In unseen despise and prison
they burn and rot.
For a fickle of poison
classed as wretched men’s eye
and dirty thought.
Nobel is their identity,
they are the warmest entity.
A child’s first teacher,
not less than any preacher.
A kind with love of no bound
only for them
the world still goes round.
Blood in our veins is their gift to us,
every living soul is born
from their body cuts.
Mothers, sisters, wives, Aunts
Respected women is their call
without whom our universe is
sure to fall.
The Quran directs women
the respect and honor three folds of men.
Letting us bow to their fame.
Genesis lets us learn a name,
‘Eve’ as the mother of human realm.
Four Vedas shows us the identities of
women as the creations frames.
Buddhism texts scripts women
as the world flowers vase.
So, Dear brothers. I ask, why is this noble class of creation getting a shamed mask? Shouldn’t Glory and respect be their right from us? Why are they wrapped around only lust? Shouldn’t we act fast?
A caution of humanity is needed just.
We men are not their guardians or savior. Why are we not just being a normal father, husband, brother or friend to the women of our society? Is it hard just to co-exist with our opposite gender maintaining a normal moral, direct appointed principal and fine lined ethics .
Let’s look forward to the society where
At night, in the street when dogs bark
sensing a shadow afar,
Any Women in the street will feel safe at dark.
