By Sidhi Mishra
In the middle of a busy bazaar
There stood a sculpture of a woman
She stood tall, flaunting her mundane beauty
With effortless features, flowing hair, and slender arms
Her eyes were calm and pondering
Having a look of crestfallen seriousness
Passers-by came to admire
Gradually, admiration turned to covetousness
Although as transient as it may be
So the passers-by took a step forward
Some grazed, and some groped
Some threw stones with hatred
Some merely gave a deadly glance
With every touch, with every stone, and with every glance, she slowly deteriorated
Her countenance became ever more gloomy
The calm slowly turned into a storm
And now she was despondent and irksome
So with each step taken towards her, she moved closer to her demise
She was finally defeated by the corroding touches, the hurtful stones, and the putrefying glances
She had a look of helplessness
Almost as if she was crying for help
As if she was having a premonition of yet another catastrophe
When they removed her and there stood a new sculpture in her place.
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The bitter truth of today’s society. Hope the women in future don’t relate to this and we change this society for better.
In today’s scenario this Poetry shows live example. Excellent