STORY OF A GREAT SOUL

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.