Going through the era of parallelism and equality, still women empowerment is a mere word, hence a small piece to acquaint you all with what is felt on our end and what is actually needed.
Dreams and desires captured in her eyes,
With joy and smiles, she loves to rise.
Wings in position, thoughts streamlined,
Ready to take off with goals all set in mind.
Suddenly it stopped, alas! Plane didn’t fly,
It was due to the verdicts which passed by.
Here it comes, the filth and dirt,
She faces Every time, the comments of pervert.
All time it happens, every brow gets raised,
When her sleeky sando strap goes out of place.
Glance goes low when comes into picture the unshaven hands,
Considering those girls jinx to all brands.
Physique be lean, thick, thin or fat,
Comments are aired of her being curvaceous or flat.
Basics of character measurement are incredibly laid,
With decreasing inch of fabric, her decency fades.
The loud shade of lip color makes her a whore,
Probably allure people, exactly what is roared.
Age is no bar, she is an object even at ninety,
Her body gets sexually tamed while she attains puberty.
Virgin or not, hymen remains a question,
Duh!! That is the foremost in her for purity inspection.
My ink is flowing, thoughts still rushing,
Having seen this throughout, now adrenaline is gushing.
Simple answers to the strength of Indian society,
Honorable gentlemen, the gift of Almighty.
Dress are fabric, not determinant of her decency,
Lip shade is a color, not the inviting tendency.
She is ready to break the fixed image you have of her,
That is transparent to imperfections filled with the errors.
She is outspoken, extrovert, likes mingling with crowd,
With time, she goes bold, outrageous and loud.
She is sometimes crazy, craves for fun, laughs without hesitation
Never regrets any thrill she has done, actions don’t require validation.
She confesses her feelings, speaks her heart out,
But that doesn’t mean she lost her dignity or intentions are doubted.
She may or may not like the scorching heat of wax melted on skin,
It’s OK when hair appear on her legs, ( we all are mammals, chill!)
She doesn’t die for your love or enforced respect,
Just keep the judgement to yourself, she has her own aspect.
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