When
she was yet to understand,
The
meaning of the words,
Like
‘body’, ‘mind’ 'life' and 'living',
Her
brain was learning,
To
use her delicate limbs,
And
store information about the world around,
The inhuman being from her trusted circle,
Compelled her to think,
That she has a physical entity,
Worth entertainment and enjoyment,
And not an innocent soul, worth care and
respect.
Her womanhood was abused,
At
the age of four,
That
too by her blood relative,
And
to augment her agony,
None
took the dirtiness seriously,
No sympathy flowed,
She
felt unwanted, unprotected, unloved.
My
throat chokes to call him a man,
Who
sees women as physical entities,
Even though he himself,
Comes into existence,
Through a woman, he calls mother.
She lived
a solitary life among the crowd,
Grew
unsafe under the savage sights,
With
the psychology of a prey,
Struggling
to evade every second,
The dirty jaws of weird beings,
Waylaying to fulfil their thirst,
With her innocent flesh and blood.
On
one ominous evening,
She
was devoured again in her teenage,
By a so called friend on the knife-point,
Became pregnant and was compelled to live,
A
life of horror with the rogue.
Even in hostile atmosphere,
While struggling for bread,
Thanks
God and His blessings,
Her
inner being remains soft and generous,
And she succeeds to nurture,
A benevolent and philanthropic heart,
That always thinks and does good to others.
A
lotus blossomed in the mud,
A
soul went on burning still parting light,
I
salute you oh woman of dignity,
For
you respect God’s will, glorified Him,
So I
call you mom, the mother of man,
A
true example of tolerance and divinity.
Only
a woman can be that great,
I salute all women on the earth.
