They choose me…whom they want.
In any form on any day
They are so liberal you see
They decide…who I want to be….
So much importance they give
Seldom have they allowed me to do anything
They just make me to sit and watch
They say we are equal…
Only in case of inputs…
The outputs are never equal by any means
They make the rules and we follow the rituals
Centuries are gone by…
Acts and actions….Nothing could change the thinking
Men are men…
Women remain Wo.men….
Just an ante fact to Woo.. Men
(After hearing about Nirbhaya's Documentary, I think I don't have the courage to see it)
(For Poets United: Poetry Pantry # 242)