Of a long lived curse !

When I was born, my eyes were closed

When I was born I wasn’t aware to which gender I belonged

When I was born I was peaceful in ignorance

When I was born I knew nothing about male dominance

As I grew my eyes opened to the harassment happening for few I cared

My aspirations hadn’t yet grown taller than an average girl’s would and hence I was spared

I wondered why I was treated with less respect than a boy would be of the same age

Just because he had shorter hair and a stronger body which I couldn’t manage??

Slowly I realized that ‘woman’ was my slave name

I was just a piece of pawn for a man’s game

I was draped in the sari of tradition and rituals

I was crowned the queen to a room surrounded only by some old tumblers and vessels

 The dark gender turned out to be darker in soul

All they could offer me was sadness, in a bowl

Was this the nation that boasted of worshipping women?

Or was it the nation where they were harassed by some who claimed them to be god men!

I knew I had to break free into the rain

I knew they couldn’t chain my imagination or give it pain

If bearing the tag of ‘feminist’ is what it takes to prevent myself from taking the poison pill

Then I may very well accept the tag with all my conscience and will!!!