She.. A woman

The Sex,

Once known, it remains

To be seen,

If she would see light

Or murdered she would be

Within,

Will this world, she see??

By birth, it’s decided,

Her future,

Her thoughts, conditioned to submit,

Her Voice, subdued and restricted

Every step she is made to realize that she is different,

Through Rebuke, Idealization, Emotion or something else

She is made to feel different, think different

The Child is moulded into a 'She'

Growing up is a pain,

Shame and Modesty

These words are introduced

The Honour and Dignity of the family

Are put into her innocent lap,

Even the Culture of India,

To be protected by her actions!

Confused and Encumbered

She remains,

Everything is changing, nothing remains the same

She is made into what is wanted of her

Not, who she is...or who she wants to be

Is there a choice?

Marriage is inevitable,

Not that against it I am

But why inevitable? From her birth,

She is told

Preparations start,

All the saving, investing

More than that the lessons

Of subservience, manipulations and techniques of control!!

(She needs some weapons too you see!)

Her life is a saga of

Sacrifice, Compromise, and many other 'ices'

Outspoken, she can’t afford to be

To be Seen, not Heard,

Sometimes not that, even

Father, Brothers,Husband, Children

Rule her world,

She is the foundation of their lives,

Yet ignored, rejected at times.

Put down, used, abused and abandoned

Intelligent? Hard working?

Artistic? Or whatever?

Does it matter?

What does she want? Does that matter?

What matters then?

The gender defines her roles

What she can do? How strong she is?

And Every other aspect of her life.

It is hard to break the mould,

It is difficult to find acceptance,

Feminist,Different, Bold, Selfish,Abnormal,

These or some other tags

Will be her reward, In case she does...

Achievements or Recognition, leave aside

To be herself, Just,

The Fights she has to face,

This is Her story

Being a woman...