International Women's Day

A dais, a platform wherefrom To look upon Gender equality, women's rights, What a woman can do for a woman? How to know her psyche, self, What it obsesses her, How her joys and sorrows over The years, the span of time? How the troubles and tribulations She bore with, How did she live under restriction, How inhuman was our treatment? How did we suppress and oppress Her poor but kind self, How did we tone down her of Freedom of speech and expression? Under the purdah, the ghumta, The Lakshamanrekha, the circle drawn around, The ghettos binding upon Lived as a no man, without any identity. Just the tattoo on the arm said it The name of her husband Which but she could spell it And even if Hey Ram spelt she as expiation for. Just like a shadow, A black shadow she kept following As the shadow fellow A persona without a name and identity. We too needed it not, felt not To introduce her Keeping her in the dark, Hiding her identity and the good jobs she did.