Because I Am A Woman Who ‘DARED’
Why I have to suffer,
The pain of patriarchy,
The grudge of being a natural ‘inferior’
Why because I am a woman who ‘dared’
Time change, tide change ,people change
But why some suicidal taboos can’t change,
At times in the hazy light I wonder
Is this my destiny? And so I have to surrender
Have to leave the dream I have ‘Dared’ to grow up with
Why because ….
Is sneaking beyond one’s window can be so offending,
That society turns up so hostile,
The place you have inhabited for so long,
Starts giving you the feel of a forbidden song,
Why because …
Sometimes I dream of loosing myself in a deserted land ,
Away from all life-taking rituals and trend-‘s’,
Away from all the atrocities of the frivolous minded people,
But I still want a magic-wand to tickle,
To take away all such sufferings in the world,
Maybe cause a sufferer knows the ‘actual’ pain,
Why because…..
Is dreaming such a sin,
That thieves, murderers becomes your kin,
You suddenly gain alike a worldwide attention,
And that too amidst all regular fatal tension,
Why because….
But why should I be afraid,
Why should my life be raid,
If some people are born to fight,
Then living such is my birth right,
Why because I am a Woman,
A Woman who ‘Dared’.
Written by :
MALINI JAIN
Women And Handbags 
How I yearn to be free
From this fireside prison!
With pot boiling on the stove
And clothes hung out to dry
To claw at the coalface deep underground
To plough the fields in the rain
In wet woollen clothes
To get trenchfoot and then die slowly on the battlefield
holding my own severed leg
and calling out
for my mother…
But alas I am an oppressed woman of my time
Forced to stay at home by the fire
Against my will!
For I’d much rather put down the ladle
and pick up a shovel
And build a road by hand
My cruel fate is to be born
Too early for feminism
Which, by twist of fate
and pure coincidence!
Will not gain popularity
Until ‘work’ has become
An indoor experience
In warm, safe, heated offices and factories
And these future women
Will grow their nails long
And wear heels on their feet
And push buttons and speak
To earn their keep
And pay their taxes
To fund their wars
And these future feminists
I wonder, will they talk of me?
And will they talk of the men
Who oppressed me so bad?
The men who kept me here by the stove
Against my will!
While they selfishly tore their bodies to shreds
To put food on the table
nice one …keep the spirit high
Very nice post! 🙂
thanx …opinion appreciated …