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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You proclaim that every woman here is a paragon. Isn't women's subjugation still a phenomenon? Only a small minority of women might feel well. Isn't the life of a rural girl here often a hell? "They're in aeronautics, you say; they're in astronautics." "Aren't they epitomes in the empire of robotics?" Thus, you endlessly recount the progress of politics. I see the rustic girls carrying hard crucifixes. I've come into existence, having escaped foeticide. To all, I looked like a piece of debris from a landslide. They tried to kill me many times, even after my birth. Could this feather be a heavy burden upon this earth? My brother looked good to them in sleeping and waking. I had to work hard to the extent of my back breaking. He's sent to school. I was not. I had to take care of him. I had to stand, smile, and say yes, as per everyone's whim. I work from the time I rise till the time I go to bed. Most of my life is spent in the kitchen and cattle shed. How many eagle-eyes of men gape at me each moment! Within me, I ferment with a yeast of embarrassment. I wear a veil in adherence to societal norms. Thoughts of disgraces and rapes awe me like summer storms. I feel like prey and am unsafe from human predators. I'm harassed often like a debtor by the creditors. I am auctioned and sold in a fair called arranged marriage. Who's worried, even if my spouse is my grandfather's age? I am a machine for his carnal pleasure and childbearing. Who appreciates my nature of caring and sharing? I obey my father, my husband, and my son. I know; I'm weighed down by the burdens of men who seek fun. I do not pity myself, yet I live up to my goal. Though they're harsh on me with their wrath, with love I fill my soul.
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