A life that could bloom
Was brought to an end
Yet the soul was caged
In a body most abused
It was not very late
Neither was she on her own
Did she look like a bait?
Then why was she raped?
Why?
For she was a woman
And men were men
Why?
They asked her to dress up better
And to learn defense
Why?
Protection is not needed
When you keep to yourself your hands
And your dicks in your pants
How could you be superior?
Why?
For the sake of honor
In the name of rage
You kill your daughters
Why?
You subdue, you belittle
And try to bring them down
Why?
How would you survive
If we chose to fight?
And there may come a time
When we refuse to obey
For where would you be
If not for the women
Who gave you life:
^The mother.
Who made your childhood memorable:
^The sister.
Who taught you most of what you know:
^The teacher.
Who made your house a home:
^The wife.
Who kept your heart from growing hard:
^The daughter.
Then why? Why? And why?
Do you forget
Your life stands upon that of a woman.
Note: These lines and few other posts of this blog are very old : snippets from my journal/diary. The above lines were written in 2012 after this happened – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_Delhi_gang_rape.
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