She fights
“My wife’s pregnant”, said the father with joy
in his firm belief that in the womb lies a
boy.
“It’s a girl”, the immoral doctor said,
“We can abort it if sufficiently paid.”
“Kill it, Kill it”, said the father,
“Have mercy”, mutters the weeping unborn
daughter.
The mother said, “I will not deprive my child
of her life.
In my womb she will thrive,
till she’s ready to see the day’s light.”
The daughter said, “Thanks mom for helping me
in this fight.”
Thus the daughter arrives in this world so
vile,
the world which men like her father defile.
The mother smiles and says, “The fight is over
and done.”
The cruel world replies, “Hold on! It has just
begun.”
“Have I done the right thing in bringing her
into this world?”, a grieved mother sometimes regrets,
as she sees her daughter being made a victim
of utter neglect.
The mother tried her best to protect the
daughter from a family that deemed her a burden.
Only if they asked themselves, ”What would the
world be with only men and no women?”
A distant old relative comes to realize an
evil deed,
she accepted his chocolates oblivious to what
this might lead.
In her old uncle, the four year old reposed
her trust,
little knowing that soon she would be a victim
of his filthy lust.
She is fondled and groped,
touched in a way that she loathed.
“What was that?” asked her innocent mind,
As the filthy reason she fails to find.
By and by, the innocent girl grew up,
amid a constant fight against such crimes
uncurbed.
Many free mouths told her what to wear
They said, “Hungry beasts are on the prowl,
beware.”
“Don’t provoke”, they said, “Cover yourself to
the core.”
She wondered, “Did I provoke that old man at
the age of four?”
To such advice she turned a deaf ear,
pursued her ambitions without any fear.
Returning from work, she was walking down a
dark lane,
around the corner lurked some beastly men.
They pounced on her and assaulted her,
just like a prey is mauled by its predator.
She got back on her feet as the cowards fled,
they thought the hard blow on her head had
left her dead.
Little did they know that of iron this woman
is made
and their
cowardly attack would fail to make her spirit and her existence fade.
Some said, ”Shut your mouth and stay silent,
Forget this as an unfortunate incident.
Fighting back might put on your reputation a
dent.”
She refused to be snubbed and called the cops,
She was not ready to silently sob
Instead she wanted to punish those by whom her
dignity was robbed.
She eventually wins in putting them behind
bars
Which seemed like a balm to her deepest scars.
Soon she was back to the mainstream life
Unlike most who post assault fail to strive.
There she soared high with her wings freed,
as she announced her victory over mankind’s
filthy greed.
But the battle from birth did leave her
exhausted,
True love and companionship was now what she
wanted.
Then she meets a man and friendship grew.
In due course sparks of love flew.
The man said, “A daughter would give me as
much mirth,
Shame on the world that gives them death
before birth.”
With him she felt so secure and safe,
just the company for which she always craved.
On one of the dates, she held his hand tight
as she spoke of her endless fights.
She says, “My life was sans love and so was my
fate.
But now things have changed that we have met.”
Tears in his eyes, he wipes her tears
Then a kiss on her forehead that made her
cheer.
He says, “My dear, your story deserves to be
heard and read.
The world should know of a woman so bold and
brave.”
She smiles and says, “Put rhyme to my story,
make a poem, my earnest request.”
Now I shall tell her, “Dear here it is...I
have tried my best.”
~Saurajit Sinha
