Wandering With Words

Random musings of a reckless soul.

The Burning Bird.

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A life that could bloom

Was brought to an end

Yet the soul was caged

In a body most abused

It was not very late

Neither was she on her own

Did she look like a bait?

Then why was she raped?

Why?

For she was a woman

And men were men

Why?

They asked her to dress up better

And to learn defense

Why?

Protection is not needed

When you keep to yourself your hands

And your dicks in your pants

How could you be superior?

Why?

For the sake of honor

In the name of rage

You kill your daughters

Why?

You subdue, you belittle

And try to bring them down

Why?

How would you survive

If we chose to fight?

And there may come a time

When we refuse to obey

For where would you be

If not for the women

 

Who gave you life:

^The mother.

Who made your childhood memorable:

^The sister.

Who taught you most of what you know:

^The teacher.

Who made your house a home:

^The wife.

Who kept your heart from growing hard:

^The daughter.

Then why? Why? And why?

Do you forget

Your life stands upon that of a woman.

 

Note: These lines and few other posts of this blog are very old : snippets from my journal/diary. The above lines were written in 2012 after this happened – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2012_Delhi_gang_rape. 

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Author: parchedsouls

Diploma in Fashion Design. M.A in English Literature. Bachelor of Education. Teacher.

One thought on “The Burning Bird.

  1. Powerful, touching words. So sad that a daughter lost her life for the crimes of another.

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