MY PAINFUL STORY

I walk on the road, I get stared

I speak to a boy and soon I get paired;

I wear or do something funny, and I get glared,

I'm asked to be bold but then I'm made to feel scared

Gone are those days when I was respected by all

In school, college, in a market or in a cinema hall

They talk of equal laws for both man and woman

But still they are brutal and treat us like a hen.

I'm questioned by them when I return home late

As the clock strikes 6 they are quick to close the gate;

Rules and more rules, all! Of these, only for us!

This is what makes me sad and this what I hate!

I question you, O man, where is your humanity

Is it that you have just lust? And brutality?

I challenge you O man, that I shall regain my power,

Be it all praises or complete respect, from everywhere they shall shower.

Pooja Sharma K.

III BA