HER POSTMORTEM AFTER TWO DAYS?
SHE COMMITTED SUICIDE? WHY WAS SHE NUDE THEN?
Every day I lose a part of my heart because of the heinous crimes committed on women When I see the abused body of acid survivors, I cant believe , we are living in a world of humans! Who has given you the right?
Heinous rapes of very small girls, working females, and also within the four-walls of homes, break my heart! At times, I am ashamed of myself as being born as a woman. When you raise your voice against atrocities, people say, 'send you husband, we will not talk to you!' I am dumbfound! A blatant gender discrimination is deeply embedded in the murky layers of our society.Ladies are still not given their due rights and respect. I have seen lady Panchayat Heads, waiting for their husbands before they take any decision- means they are just the rubber stamps? I seriously feel can't do anything but just sit back and gape! Where are we going to? Where is the society heading to?
Despite all the shameful incidents, I still have faith in God-I still believe this pain will one day evaporate.I still feel women will be soon given their due...
Yes, I am a WOMAN
I am a woman
I am 'She'
I am 'Her'
I am 'you'
I am a WOMAN
I am 'the sister'
I am 'the mother'
I am 'the daughter'
I am 'the wife'
I am 'the mistress'
I am 'the devdasi!!'
I am a WOMAN
I am 'the Himalaya'
I Endure-
The toughest climate of life
I am 'the ocean'
I bear the tumult and tortures of life
I am 'the sea-'
I nurture pearls in my womb
I have 'the mettle'
I have 'the power'
I have 'the will'
I have 'the fortitude'
Substance, Sturdiness, Soundness
Run in my blood
I am 'the creation'
I am 'the Shrishti'
I am a WOMAN
Give me respect
Give me right
Give me roots
You set me on flames?
You shave my hair?
You demean my body?
Have you forgotten-
This body is your mother?
I AM THE DURGA, I AM THE KALI
I rise from ashes
I am the phoenix
I am here to stay
I am here to nurture
I am here to grow...
I am here to give birth!
I give birth to power
I give birth to strength
You throw acids on me?
You scar my soul?
You pull me by my hair
And drag me in public?
You forget your existence?
I am 'the stree'
Let me blossom, lest you shall 'wither'
I am the Banyan Tree
Do not mess with me- do not strangulate yourselves
in my roots!
Every strand of my hair pulled-
will choke you to doom.
Every part of my body burnt
will resound as your karma
and send you to doom on the Judgement Day
Because
I AM THE DURGA-I AM THE KALI!
Rashmi Singh
Poet, Author, Writer