While the whole
world speaks to you about them who made the country proud yesterday, why then don't
I have a word for her who dies everyday on the streets?
I am not being too
feminist but just wanted to see the other side of the wall. The same old street
with dim lights and garbage bins seemed fine for her.
Like everyday she
dragged herself through the dirty footpath. That night she must had a dream
where mornings are lucent. A shelter, some food and clothes. Paradise exists
only in poetries but not in a country where "born to be a dead"
sounds more common, where everybody leaves halfway after choosing foetal sex
determination and sex selective abortion.
I know a lane
where according to them darkness don't let the road have memories and they
think she would illude them to sell herself while buying identities from dreams
too malefic. But it really is fine because brothel exist in their minds who judged
her by measuring the length of her skirt yesterday in a crowded bus.
They often talk
about something called 'woman rights' that seemed quite illusory. I can't
really catch the constant circumstances but can assure that it's not only the
girl who was raped in that empty bus that night but we all have been the
victims and still gets raped everyday on the same ground.
So specifically on
women's day while the whole world speaks to you about them who made the country
proud yesterday, why don't I have a word for her who dies everyday on the
street of the same country?
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