What have I wronged?
To be born in a nation
Full of men,
Proud and without any emotions
Men of honor and strength
They say
But rarely do I find
Either of them
Is it wrong to be a woman?
And have a voice
To have a mind
But not raise my voice
Why did I take birth?
In this country
Which is full of my mother’s miseries
And my sisters worry
What is so wrong in being a woman?
And not a man
Why do we prefer the other sex?
Soo much for what
If I can’t talk and express
The fools will be considered
The smart ones
After all
Why can’t I follow my heart?
Without any restrictions
Why is it me
Who has to give explanations?
I am just a mere object
For men
Of beauty and interest at first
And nothing by the end
Anger and frustration
Is vent out on me
How do I feel??
Why would they ever think?
Men are strong and practical
Of course!!
Then why is a woman
Their emotional anchor
Patience and humbleness
We have much more
Then what is it that
You are triumphant about??
Integrity and respect
Are words with no meaning to you
It’s pretty obvious
From each and every aspect of yours
In front of the society
A nice show you put
Saying “I love her so much”
Then where does it disappear
Does love mean
Disrespect and hurtful behavior
To you
Coz that’s not what I was taught
What have I wronged?
In asking for love and respect
Why can’t I get it normally?
Is it too much of me to expect
What have men done
So right and great
To belittle me, insult
And fret…..
Am I wrong?
To think I’ve been wronged
Or is it wrong of you
To have wronged me
A woman is blamed
And wrong always
Who will account
For the way she is wronged.
– Anjani M Nautiyal
the true source of power is not breaking bones but stitching broken hearts
when will we realize and appreciate the truth
Very sad but true…