Women were always considered to be an inferior gender in the society. There were times when they weren’t allowed to leave their homes, and all they could dream of doing was the monotonous household chores. Thanks to some great visionaries, those shackles have been broken in the recent times. We are now a proud nation to have produced a Kalpana Chawla and an Indira Gandhi. The recent news of a surge in cases of violence against women has however, left me aghast. Be it the acid attacks on two engineering students from Warangal, or be it the murder of an upcoming actress down south, the impact of these incidents was tremendous.
This poem titled “Forsake, Oh Poor Men” expresses my resentment over the occurence of such incidents…
Forsake, Oh Poor Men!!!
Soft, tender, and lovelier than a lily,
With sparkling brown eyes, and radiating beauty;
After centuries of cruelty, and atrocity,
They began to venture out into a male dominant society.
We attack them, and injure them,
And then their freedom, we condemn.
Oh! Wicked men!!When do we realize, it’s a woman who gave us birth?
And without the existence of whom, none could survive on this earth?
It’s a gender which feeds us with the milk of their breast,
Despite the pain, and suffering, and the blood that flows abreast.
But what do we, cruel men give them in return?
Acid burns, words so stern, and a painful spurn?
Oh, shameless men!!! Arise and awake…
It’s time to think, act, and forsake.
For woman is the only oppressed; who lives in close intimacy,
With their oppressors who live in blind folded supremacy.