I don’t have a story to tell
Not an extra word to say
Cause my heart burns
As, if it’s being put through the sun
As, I heard the news today
27-year-old woman in Karunagappally, Kerala, allegedly starved to death by her husband and mother-in-law for dowry
And in shame remorse and pray, hung my head
That day I prayed for an extra 5 minutes before bedtime
For all those little young infant girls
Who, had fought their way out their mother’s wombs
Not realizing that being alive was a privilege in itself
For all those toddlers who would soon be taught
To behave in a certain way,
Walk a certain way,
Breathe a certain way
For all those adolescent ladies
Who would be made to believe that wonder woman, Was unreal !
And neither exists the ideal chivalry like that of tony stark
so LEARN to compromise
And that no lady could command such power.
Which, could make THEM look fragile .
Their self-pride being crushed like pages from an ancient manuscript,
Not crumpled but torn apart
And for those teenagers who’d soon realize
That, ‘that time of the month’ had exactly thrice the syllables as period
And that it took thrice the courage and liberty
To place it at the tip of your tongue
And swallow the word safely before it escapes your mouth.
And for those young adult ladies who’d be taught.
Their role and significance in the society
Doesn't go beyond the four walls of a house
The zillion errands of ‘her abode’.
And for those women who’d be tried to be suppressed.
With all the society’s might
Whose, perceptions of what women look like
Would be put through blast furnaces
Beaten hard with tough strokes
Until they speak no more,
Until, their tongues lie cut on the floor in front
Like broken promises, lifeless, hopeless
Who'd be shown that women,
Do not fall a synonym to strength
But maybe falls just in line with frail
That brains and beautiful were never a match formed in heaven
And that choice doesn’t comprehend with the xx chromosome
And that make other women follow your trail
That your virginity was a matter of social pride
And that the only curves over your body
Should be around your knees and necks
And you better keep that fat in check,
And make sure it lies where it SHOULD
And never leave those thoughts wandering
On the rationality of what you are being told to do and what you could.
The ash white skin, draped with wrinkles,
A Thought, an assurance in that gaze which twinkles
With the hope that someday it'll all be fine
As, she assured me, the liberty that's theirs today shall be thine
That day, the air won't stink of oppression and your wrists shall carry the red cuff marks
And oh beautiful don't you forget to remind your daughter that somehow,
Real was that wonder woman, and real are all the tony starks.