A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Her ‘mother’ blessed her
Her ‘mother’ blessed her
For the wonderful day
And 'She' marched ahead
Climbed the lofty height
Where no men could reach
And sprinkled the euphoria
With her sacred beam
Whilst,
With his own rules, he created
He woke up late!
With no sign of sigh
Proud, he stands
With an attitude-
‘Man of himself’
He made his own day!
[Juxtaposed!]
He made his nights,
Drenched it with liquors
But still, pompously
He reaches home,
Safe!
Despite the thirst,
For a single drop of water,
She runs to home,
Before the darkness engulfs the city
But she never returns!
The blossom of future, thus
Plucked down-
Crumples on the dust
And disappears-
Society claps,
The bees, hence, rewarded!
For, you are in
No-women-land!
Built your own shelter
For your own safety
Beware Women!
Unfortunately,
You are in ‘his’ society!
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini”
Inside-this-suffocating-box-14th-july-2012
Dedicated to the girls in Guwahati and Delhi!
His, He and Him in this poem represents not all the men-but yes-You!
Photo credits:
http://freethoughtblogs.com/taslima/files/2012/06/domestic_violence.jpg
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