Since ages, women have been considered as weaker sexes.
They have suffered discrimination both at home and at work.
Many have been beaten by their husbands, pitiless
Until they feel the pain in the heart.
It’s time to carry out a world-wide campaign to stop this
Mother Earth and women are loving sisters, alike.
Born and brought up in the same womb
Of creation where angels tread with no fear.
They are love unconditional, a unifying force impartial.
Promoters of sustainability, they work hand in hand for humanity.
There are women of passion, exuberance and coquetry
Who know which wine is the finest
And which cigar the choicest.
They talk of men and money, dating and betting,
Bathing and basking, travelling and shopping,
Sometimes without sense and sensibility.
Insensitive to pains of others,
Like wolves, they wail with desires
And changing partners is as easy
As changing coats apt for the season.
And there are women of devotion
Taking care of their homes with precision and perfection,
Plodding and struggling, braving the storms,
Silencing the flaming passions
For the kisses turned into kicks,
The hugs into hailstorms, confidence into chaos
And love in a series of whiplashes.
Nothing can be so debilitating, so demeaning
And demoralizing than being beaten and bashed
Under the roof of one’s own home by one’s husband
For whom love flows unadulterated.
Beaten, bruised, battered and butchered,
Such women find in their children
Rays of hope and happiness,
The iodized sea breeze, the lavender blossoms
That calm down the heavy and hurting pains.
They seek for no escape mechanism
For their heart-wrenching story
Though her problems are extreme enough
To be recognized as a rationale
For extreme protection, all befitting a novel.
she feels it in the bones,
Enough to make her system blow,
Yet, she frees herself from her mind
Allowing her eyes not to betray
The wounds and scars of her heart.
Drown in the sorrows of life,
She catches a few morale-boosting straws
And life becomes as challenging
As decoding a crop circle.