Updated: Mar 8
Daughter to a father
Sister to a brother
Friend to a friend
Turns as a dead ash!
I adjust my duppatta to avoid rotten eyes
I look at my back to ignore irrelevant
I touch my neck to characterize myself
I do everything to be safe or to be raped
Touch me to get the pleasure
Then be inside my womb
Amid the blood and nerves of mine
A chunck of a woman becomes beast
The red apple of Adam begets Satan cells yet
I wish to peel my skin and give you
I desire to smell my pain of bearing generation
To let you know the reason of being a girl
I walk with fear
I work with hesitation
I wake with tear
I wipe my virginity with resolution
Flush it with everything
My life sticks between F and S
Luck erases my panic everyday
Tomorrow it may be me...
Younger than me...I doubt you more nowadays
May be tomorrow who knows it can be anyone you know...
What is the solution!
Lock the wombs till the tombs get close
With the Piece Of our Own Flesh
Which tries to eat our own skin!!!
To the real men around me!!
If I am alone... Smile with care
If I am sacred....stand with light
If I want...let me hold your fingers!!