Poems from Young and Old - Woman

Prashni Jyoti  

Born as a curse,

Brought up as a burden of purse,   

Educated as waste,

Given the life without taste,

O! that's the plight,

Of the woman right.

Given the limit of four walls,

Considered much as labouring dolls,

Considered only as model of beauty,

And given the house as a duty,

O! that's the plight,

Of the woman right.

First the pyre

Of the burning fire,

Now the dowry rift

With an excuse of pleasant gift,

O! that's the plight,

Of the woman right.

Provided the responsibility file,

With expectation of a pleasant smile,

Considered their difficulties as joke,

And expects the support to be awoke,

O! that's plight,

Of the woman right.

First, the part of daughter in life,

Paving herself to role of wife,

Then comes the reign of mother,

Finally landing herself into the pavement of

O! that's the plight,

grandmother,

Of the woman right.

In the lifely game,

Work, work, Alas! is her the aim,

But she is determined to compete,

She has nothing left but again to compete,

Having men always to win it,

O! that's the plight,

Of the woman right.

But

Now, they have to come out their of four walls,

They are no labouring dolls,

They have accepted the challenge of men,

Proofing themselves a little more than women,

O! that's the fight,

Of the woman right.

History & time are my evidence,

Of the rising revolutionary confidence,

So, beware men,

You have to compete no one but women,

Of that's the fight,

Of the woman right.

Prashni Jyoti

Nagpur

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Courtesy: June 1992,  Koshur Samachar