Women are ‘Peer’ not ‘Poor’

Gazing high at the sky;

I used to cry

Is there a world for me?

That can give me all the glee

No, 'freedom' is not the right term

It has been the biggest germ

Since childhood, I have been asked to obey

And I have learnt to look at everything  as ‘Okay’

I quest for freedom of expression

Without worrying about the outcome

Being a daughter, being a wife

And being a daughter-in-law

I am meant to undertake the onus

And bound to do the chores

If I ask to be loved

Why I have to be mum

If I wish to be pampered

            Why I have been overlooked

Give me the pure joy of expression

As I am a human with emotion

Being a woman can make me feel blessed

Only when the men will not be obsessed.

Yes, I am proud to be a woman

And one day you will have to!

                                               

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