Dedicated to Daughter of India
The birth of a girl child brings joy in the family.
A girl brings wealth and happiness in the household.
As she grows up, she is stereotyped to behave in certain way to fit into society’s definition of model woman.
She is chided by her mom if she chooses to wear a short skirt, ‘Good girls don’t attract attention.’
She is not allowed to venture late in the night for fear that vultures in the garb of humans will attack her
If she smokes or dates, she is labelled as a slut
Yet, you bow to her in the temples, worshiping her form.
You shower respect to her symbol yet you want to overpower her.
You use sex as a tool yet you forget that sex is among equal.
You are persuaded that deep inside you cannot overpower her.
You use the cowardice tool, rape to show your weakness.
Is this your dominance?
You assault her, sexually harass her and confine her to the household.
You live in constant denial.
She can be your mother, wife, sister or daughter.
Yet, you choose to exploit her.
Your mother is ashamed of your dastard act.
Train yourself not to rape rather than the fear in her she will be raped.
Was it her fault when she stepped out at night?
Was it her fault that she slapped you when you assaulted her?
You wanted to silence her voice?
For how long?
She will no longer be the weaker sex.
Remember the more you oppress and silence her, she will rise and kill you.
The time has come now and she will no longer remain a mute spectator.
How many Priyadarshinis, Nirbhayas and Amanats you will rape and oppress?
Thousands Nirbhayas will take birth.
This is a wake up call for you to respect her as an individual.
PS: The first of a series of poems, thoughts dedicated to Nirbhaya and women repeatedly raped and oppressed everyday