Crushed Soul

The horrible cry From the haunted house That lie far In the dark jungle I decided one To try To listen to Although others warned I could hardly Reached the place When a cold shrill In the gusty chill Came to me Beyond thrill I can not surely say Whether it was Real or my imagination But in sheer confusion I felt her say None cares for me I was a bondage When I was alive In the social structure Made by man for man And even after death I can not have a breath Of relief for Nothing has changed For ages and ages Woman still suffers The same doom There is no room For her to A real freedom zeal Her tortured feel Crushed under the wheel Of circumstances