If she was the one passing by these ‘woods’-
She should fear- of human race- and she SHOULD!
For no one will see her stopping there!
And someone may snatch her
innocence- so crude!
Her little heart must think- it’s weird,
To stop in a place- where one can get sheared!
Between these ‘woods’ and frozen legs!
The darkest hours that she feared!
What if,
He flips his glass and gives that stare!
To touch that part, to give some care!
The only other sound’s the beat!
Of throbbing heart out of fear!
These ‘woods’ are not lovely, but yes -dark and deep!
But she has thousands of promises to keep,
And miles to reach home, before she may get stripped!
And miles to reach home,
before she may get stripped!
[Writer's Note:
I modified Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening" to portray the current scenario of women!]
-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Photocredits:
http://www.salem-news.com/stimg/september022012/woman_1.jpg
