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 t...