O’ Daughters of India!
There is not a day that passes when you don’t face abuse at the hands of sharks.
O’ beautiful baby girl’
You came into the world crying announcing your presence thinking it is a beautiful world.
As you grow up, your sport a cute and innocent smile with a twinkle in the eyes,
thinking there is hope in the world.
Woe betide you,
it is a big bad and ruthless world.
You dream of fulfillment yet you are met with vilest form of abuse, scathing attacks and violence.
As you grow up, you are faced with sexual violence as you feel dejected with the world.
There is no place for women as you struggle against all odds.
You must fight and carve an identity for yourself in our society.
Yet, they worship your various forms in temples.
When will we able to douse the fire?
You thought that men are your equal in society and supporting you at every end.
True! Not all men are devils but the few good men who support you are ridiculed by the demons.
They don’t look at you as their equal but violate your innocence by groping and looking at your body.
You are treated as an object and toy to play with.
O’ Women of the world’
You are not alone in the battle for humanity.
So many of you have sacrificed their lives.
We call you Nirbhaya, Damini and Amanat!
Let’s keep the light alive for your sacrifice shall never go in vain.
It’s a lonely battle that you are fighting.
Till they are few good men and women, your sacrifice shall not be lost.
A sacrifice for equal rights.
So what if you’re a woman?
It is your right to be equal to men and take pride in calling yourself a citizen with rights,
Your rights as a human being should be respected.
No man has the right to touch you without your permission.
You may belong to a poor family, live in a rural area, belong to a different community and country, or a rich family.
You are a woman.
Believe in your rights.
PS: The poem is dedicated to the girl, the women, daughter and mother who is subjected to sexual violence. I dedicate it to all the women who fight everyday a lonely battle on the crowded streets and trains, to the likes of Nirbhaya, Guddiya and the young photo-journalist who was raped. The post is for the poor and rich women alike, to the girls in remote villages who are subjected to sexual violence and that goes unreported. My message is: Come in the open. You are a victim and you should not be ashamed. Shame the rapists.