Once I saw a newly born child,
Soft, little beautiful & mild.
It was the day of giving it a name,
Which would add to its classification & fame.
When I asked about it's sex,
The Panditji took out his text,
Nobody could speak anything,
As if somebody had taken away their spring.
The child was soft & beautiful like a pearl,
At last someone from the crowd said, "It is a girl".
Not knowing what to do next,
I came home and took some rest.
I thought for a while,
In which my mind ran up to miles.
I recognised the importance of being a boy,
Who enjoys life & for whom life is joy.
I asked god,
"O mighty lord,
On this earth girls and boys are given birth together,
Then why by the people are boys preferred over?
When women are bought and sold like goods,
Along with paper, metal, tea, coffee & woods,
When women have no right of their own,
when there's none to whom she's known,
When this world of yours is 'Purush Pradhan',
When ladies are not given any 'Samman',
When women have to work under men,
When for a woman husband in home is like lion in den,
Why are girls given birth then?
O God! this is a request of mine,
Stop the use of women as wine,
Because women are also human beings,
They are not dead, they are living..
If you want to save this world of yours'
STOP! STOP! the rape, abduction & killing of women in the daily hours."
Soft, little beautiful & mild.
It was the day of giving it a name,
Which would add to its classification & fame.
When I asked about it's sex,
The Panditji took out his text,
Nobody could speak anything,
As if somebody had taken away their spring.
The child was soft & beautiful like a pearl,
At last someone from the crowd said, "It is a girl".
Not knowing what to do next,
I came home and took some rest.
I thought for a while,
In which my mind ran up to miles.
I recognised the importance of being a boy,
Who enjoys life & for whom life is joy.
I asked god,
"O mighty lord,
On this earth girls and boys are given birth together,
Then why by the people are boys preferred over?
When women are bought and sold like goods,
Along with paper, metal, tea, coffee & woods,
When women have no right of their own,
when there's none to whom she's known,
When this world of yours is 'Purush Pradhan',
When ladies are not given any 'Samman',
When women have to work under men,
When for a woman husband in home is like lion in den,
Why are girls given birth then?
O God! this is a request of mine,
Stop the use of women as wine,
Because women are also human beings,
They are not dead, they are living..
If you want to save this world of yours'
STOP! STOP! the rape, abduction & killing of women in the daily hours."
1 comment:
Bindia,,,,,,,,,,hence proved u r a gem….sooo much of depth n plenty of vigor ,,,,, u always rockck,,,,, looking forward to read thm again in some high citation journals …. Tussiii chaa gaye…..plz do write some more similar one…..
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