WOMANHOOD

WOMANHOOD

God bestowed woman with capacity to create
And retired to Heaven-leaving her with a mate.
Unobtrusively- she assumed her predicament.
She became mother- and comforted the man.
She became wife-a trustworthy friend.
She became daughter- a source of joy and fulfillment.

At all stages, in all the roles-she supported mankind with love and caress.
She was the driving spirit that propelled- humanity to new heights of
success.
But as success went to man's head-he became selfish and jealous.
Dethroned from her pedestal of glory-she was chained in customs and rituals.
One who was the guiding spirit-was made a slave by the people she loved.
Undermining her strength she was eulogized as a thing of play, a prey of
lust.

The man kept on gloating but the kindhearted woman never squabbled.
With her surrender she, from a dazzling diamond, was quickly reduced to a
mere pebble.
As ages passed-her helplessness grew-today she is teased, raped and tortured
Branded witch she is stripped naked and paraded with her hair tonsured.
And not an iota of resistance from her! -years of subjugation has made her
feeble.
What a shame!! One, who was destined to be savior, has no power to break her
shackle.

Wake up dear woman! This life of misery and shame is not for you.
You are the chosen child of God-gifted with better qualities and virtue
Don't be a pushover anymore; see the man no more maligns you.
Find out your fountain of strength; don't get blinded by emotions anew
Extricate yourself from the quagmire of oppression and come to your own
rescue.
Wake up from the slumber-you are the source of life, fate of humanity lies
in you.

~ Jayanti Sinha ~

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