Ananya Singh, Class XI A
Why? Oh why do you want her to bear all the pain?
Aren’t the problems that God gave her enough for the strain?
Why add to it, when you can’t lessen the burden on that little woman?
Love and care is all she tries to give to every human.
Be it the responsibility of a mother, draped in the cloak of purity,
Or the daughter trying hard to maintain her father’s name and dignity,
The sister that would stand beside even when the odds are hard on you,
Or that dedicated wife, who’d always care, no matter what you do.
She is responsible for completing the tasks that make her
The beautiful body and heart that the Almighty gave her.
She works hard in every field she is assigned to
She is innocent enough to come in people’s lieu.
Is she wrong that she does everything and never complains?
Forget her own, tries to lessen everyone else’s pain.
She is an angel in disguise you’ll never see,
Because you are the demon, who would never let her free.
Why do so? Aren’t you ashamed of the demonic nasty things you do?
Clipping her wings, barring her from places she wants to go?
Isn’t she the one who helps you, cares for you, in every place?
Then why that violence and those bruises on her face?
Those painful marks and scars that you leave on her soul,
God would punish you, that would surely take a toll.
Coz you won’t leave her in peace and silence,
Every now and then your hands would spill violence.
Why can’t you respect her, treat her as a queen?
Just coz her heart is soft, doesn’t mean she is a machine.
Why bar her from the world and the things she can?
Why be so dirty minded and filthy a man?
It’s not her clothes over her body that she drapes,
It’s your filthy imagination that forces rapes.
It’s not the god she preaches or the religion she follows,
You’d still look at her with a mind that is hollow.
That’s what you are used to now, blaming her for everything,
After your sins in between life and death, her character would cling.
You treat her as a toy for your desires,
Viewing her as a property that everyman hires.
It’s you Mr. whose eyes and imagination are at fault,
Put a full stop there, give your brain a halt.
You need to change your point of view about that pretty soul,
Because harming anyone has never been her goal.
All she does is to give and never ask for,
You need to give her medicine at the times she needs cure.
You need to remember that she is a blessing for you,
Coz your mind is a mixture of differential hue.
At least love her, and respect her enough,
Coz even after your attacks she would stay tough.
She can survive without your sympathy that fake,
All those things she gives you she can also take.
Show her she is important to you and she will give you her all
Disrespect her and she will leave you with nothing at all.
