Fall of Patriarchy

I am a strong woman with weak heart,

Who travels down a path made of gravels that encrusts me with scars.

I am not allowed to speak loud and harsh and always asked to swallow down my voice,

As for them my words do not form an important part.

I look above to,

My Pure and Beautiful sky- an epitome of freedom in my conscience

I see it to be very far,

As I am sinking and sinking down

In deep ocean and black mart.

My Family also got stuck,

And they chose to label me a curse.

Society's hand cludge my dreams,

Yet my struggles retrieve everytime with more speed.

Some say "I am not like other girls"

But that's not true

I am exactly like others

Because all girls are like forests that regenerate

No matter how many times you destroy.

Filled with greed, men try to break our esteem,

They yank and pull our branches,

Burning all our leaves,

But our roots are deep

As we are the ones who sow the human seeds.

Women are beautiful,

Just like rose- No! Not the rosy colour

But you know, girls also have thorns -

A protection from those that wants to hurt them,

And wants to pluck them from their origin for "Show-off".

But,

These days of 'Beauty in pain' will come to an end

As we, women, plainly refuse to violence of men

We will follow the treasure maps of our weakness, to find our worth.

We will flow with river, to find routes to drip into places which you told us to be far.

We will fly high with our wings carrying through the sky,

To see How this world is divided in so many colours and leagues.

We will wait for this numb and dumb winter to end.

We will wait for the spring to show its new growth and beauty to reframe all the bad.

We will wait to regain our fertility that has been corrupted from years by dominant men.

We will wait for our season to come....

"The Fall of Patriarchy" and

"Onset of Equality".