Hey stop! You don’t know that you’re a girl.
You cannot fight,
fighting back is not your right.
You cannot raise up your voice,
as society has not given you the choice.
Though you’re born and brought up in a shell,
yet the society will never listen to your yell.
The dress code you wear,
sends a monster within to plunge into the depths and stare.
The way you speak,
seems to be the advantage of being so weak.
If you move with a ‘un tatouage’ and ‘rouge sang’ lipstick,
‘Look! she is characterless’, according to society’s strategy and tactics.
Not only you, many are out there, who are probably so scared.
This is how society slams girl’s character blindly through their vision,
by pouring artesia drugs instead of anesthesia like a poison.
Whether it’s temple, road, bus or even house,
The act of enormity for women has no pause.
Whether she is on her monthly cycle or normal days,
They tried to attack her in several ways.
Men full of lust desperate enough to clasp and compel on God’s creation,
by rendering her the victim of vexation.
By making her a mere toy,
They use her for joy.
Her consent get scatters,
and her pleas don't matter.
She feels them as masters,
powerful enough to bestow their orders.
Being someone’s son, father and brother,
they outrage her instead of being their protector.
Without shyness they execute shameful activity,
by making their mother’s existence filthy.
Don’t be a fatality of your anxiety and soulful cries,
rather acquire your morality and confidence to arise.
Lift your arms more,
redeem and acquire to combat to withstand.
Nurture yourself as wisdom only transmits light,
It's time to stand up and combat your treaties.

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