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My cries are drenched in the welcome
He receives for being the family heir
Why was I cut from my mother’s womb?
Don’t I deserve the same love and care?
My sodden tears have no effect
For they’ve taken away my books
He still gets to play and go to school
I’m told to stay home, clean and cook
My bleeding heart weeps in horror
Leery eyes, they gather and throng
They pick my bones, feel my flesh
Why, is being a girl so wrong?
My moist eyes search for my cocoon
Yet, there is nothing but unfamiliar faces
They rejoice for bringing home a young bride
I’m still wandering in my childhood spaces
My wounded soul is soaking wet
With every bruise and scar to match
I was set afire this Monday morning
So another girl could be the fresh catch
The weaker sex suffers and succumbs
Such is this outlandish circle of life
But for every boy that is cherished
Where then will you get him a wife?
You mock, discriminate and judge
The very source of your existence
And yes, women too have contributed
To this sorry state, a cynical assistance
I am now done being the silent one
I am done being tied in shackles
In rage, every molecule in me vibrates
These societal stains need to be tackled
Change I know, won’t happen overnight
A revolution won’t sweep the nation
Till we don’t voice against the wrong
What is the point of that education?
I dream of a haven that is safe and secure
That challenges the intellect not the gender
I aspire for opportunities the mind can explore
Where every worthy aspirant is a contender
And some day I know this will be
For I promise to raise my daughter such
Respect a man not just by his age
But by his gaze and sense of touch
Don’t be afraid to speak your mind
Live your life on your own terms
Fall, but have the courage to rise again
To valiance, destiny always reaffirms
Till such time comes I promise myself
In self pity or fear will I soak no more
Freedom is my right and not your choice
I now hold the key, to my life’s door.
This post has been written for
“The Surf Excel Matic #SoakNoMore Contest” in association with Indiblogger.
Comments
Thanks Mrids. Will admit, that is one yardstick I have held over the years…
Yes Ash, was struggling for the longest time for a proper finale….and this is it. Me love those lines too!
This poem brings out the best in a woman. Best wishes for the contest!!
Rahul, more than that it brings out the worst that women go through….and why they do so… because we choose to keep quite.
CS, at some point I had to make a mental note to end the song. So much to say…..I could have written a saga….
Ruchira, it is truly how it should be. Only then can we really celebrate years of being an independent democratic in the true sense.
Gee Lazy Pineapple, when I was writing this, forgot it was a contest….just went with the flow and then could not stop. Dunno if this will find favour in judging, but I feel proud of having written it.
wow for everything as whole but specially these lines
Respect a man not just by his age
But by his gaze and sense of touch
Absolutely brilliant. Another winning post!
"Freedom is my right and not your choice… I now hold the key, to my life’s door."
Just love these lines.
This was beyond brilliant for me… You brought out so many emotions and described the sorry state of affairs.. Amazing post…All the best 😀
Freedom is my right and not your choice
I am truly waiting for the day this comes true !
Brilliantly written ! All the best for the contest !
awesome…beautifully penned 🙂
All the best for the contest. I am sure you are going to win 🙂
Awesome! Did the English Dept.
get to see this talent in college???!
BRILLLIAAAANT!
I loved each line, I’m just in love with the way you make it seem so effortlessly beautiful. This one is the sad kind of beautiful.. Amazingly written ma’am!
@Tales of her and by her.
&
@Teenage Babblings
xx
My college professor is here *does the happy dance*. Desiree Ma’am dunno about the English department, but yes, the advertising department sure knew about it 😀 Thank you so much for dropping by.
Blahblaholic, why thank you so much. I’m quite the proud peacock right now 🙂
Thanks Prateek…yes we are only as liberated as the amount of freedom a girl child enjoys.
awesome…
Respect needs to be earned and not just taken for granted depending on age ..
lovely poem
All the best
Bikram’s
True that. Thanks Bikram.
“They rejoice for bringing home a young bride…I am still wandering in my childhood spaces”…presents the painful paradox…very good creation Blogwati G.
Beautifully written!!!
Such touching lines..all the best for the contest and congrats for being the notable newbie 🙂
Thanks so much Privy 🙂
Awesome poem with a strong message, brilliant post.
Very nice Vinita. You’ve captured the point in a very sensitive manner. Loved it. And hope we give the women of tomorrow, a better world
Beautifully penned 🙂 sum thing every girl / woman will empathize with.
I read yours and Akanksha’s from Facebook few days back. A strong poem, touches the reader and the paragraph where you wrote, ‘moist eyes search for cocoon’ is brilliant.
Super take on the contest prompt. Brilliant poem and all the very best for the contest. 🙂
Thanks Sulekha…
Hope so Akanksha 🙂
Thanks Mans..
Thanks Saru….loved your entry too 🙂
Oldfox004….used to love those series btw..:)…thanks so much! Yes, for me the title is as important as the content. I’m pretty proud of this entry too 🙂
visiting through the Indiblogger contest listing – interesting title – had to click!
Firstly, this is a work of art…very well written and beautifully brings out the un-stained melody. didnt think anybody can come up with such a poem based on the tagline ‘Soaknomore’ Great work! thank u so much for sharing this:)
Every reader has a few favourite lines from a story or poem…here I could relate to “I dream of a haven that is safe and secure, That challenges the intellect not the gender”
All the best for the contest!
This is my first visit here. I feel bad for missing this beautiful blog for so long.. I love your poetry..
“Freedom is my right and not your choice I now hold the key, to my life’s door”
Hats off to you..
Someone is Special
Very profound, every word measured and put down for its worth.
Good luck for the contest.
Someone….better late than never. Glad to see you here 🙂
Rukhsana, yes I felt that way while writing it. The anger welled up and flowed as tears…
Kudos for writing this incredible piece, Blog wati.
This is the woman, powerful yet so powerless…stands out as much on the inside as on the outside!!!
Whoa..my first time in your space and completely floored. Am your follower now :))
Hey Pancahli,
Always nice to meet new and like minded people. Welcome aboard.
Well, I loved the title. So witty..! And the poem reads like story to me. No more self pity, it will be from now on. Best of luck 🙂
Ghazala, I Swear I meant to write something else…..but this just penned itself!
Touched my heart