Hardships of the Women
Likewise, he will not discredit her in the festivals
It was just a matter of breaking my heart, so all the common people will not do anything
Oh God, what a strange world of eunuchs you have created,
The woman who gave birth, man caste has raised her finger on her character.
Which account, which sin did I commit?
Why did you make me curse named daughter?
You only gave me the power to give birth, to increase my karma,
Then why do people leave me to die in women?
On my birth, the astrologer who called me a daughter boon,
People sometimes insulted me by speaking thick, sometimes black, sometimes sterile.
You created this world with much power, the world operated like this,
Someone left me thinking of foot contortion, someone threw it and rubbed it on tea.
Oh God, I have a question, why do you make me a daughter, send me to this world?
After seeing this oppression, these poor people, your trembling will fall.
You only gave me my right, the rest took something away
Of course you made humans, but humans turned out to be a big bastard.
Wow God you gave me a gift , in return with lots of pain and burden
Nobody understands my confusion, but everyone wants a beautiful heart.
Oh God, I have a question for you
When talk about me, why does it arise
Before marriage, when I was a virgin, I hid my desires,
After marriage, she wanted to fly with wings, husband crushed her and showed wings.
Thought as love got in honor in my parent's house,
I would get the same honor in my in-laws,
Where did I know, in the name of dowry, husband will sew my mouth.
That was the bond of marriage, I was beaten and dragged but I lived everything in moderation.
Sometimes the husband's, father-in-law's, son's listened to their taunts, drank bitter gulp and said nothing.
How can I say that I am safe in your world, I am a victim of rape every day,
A rapidly growing problem, a disorder,
Seeing the situation in the society, I was shocked to have a daughter.
Advice to the daughters of my society, that this has been going on since ages, till date it is a series of arguments between daughters and daughters-in-law,
Once a thousand times call me bad
But oh God, the difference is clear about daughters and daughters-in-law.
A complainant, a daughter, fed up with bondage, a woman of non-life,
Do not be afraid do not scare us, because we are from
Foundations of Mankind.
Copyright © Shabnum A | Year Posted 2020
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