By Naveen Arora
A woman is like a broken kite
She gets on every swing a bitter bite
No one tries to protect her
Whereas everyone tries to snatch her right.
Being not an earner
She has to depend on him
For the sake of traditions
She has to live under his vim.
Throughout her integral life
She can't understand his whim
But it is just a shame
On part of men & their grim.
Her coming to this world
Becomes a nightmare for her
It is out & out a stupid world
Full of only otiose and pander.
Ergo, sometimes she thinks
Why God has made female to her
Where they don't care for whom
Who has given birth to thy mother.
Save her, if you can,
She is most valuable in this world.
She is your mother, sister,
And also daughter & wife — dryad.
Try to respect and care for her,
And allow her to fly as singing bird,
Before it becomes too late,
And God shall take her from this world.