*I'm A Girl, Is It My Fault?*

I'm a girl, is it my fault? Is it my mother's fault?

If I am the best creation of God, then why does this society always find faults in me?

I am not pregnant

I'm not odourless like a stale flower

When I need food, love, security and sanity

Then society threw me into hell

Without food, without clothes, without love

When in fear and pain

My sad little body curled up in the dark in the thicket of bushes,

The world shook with fear

Screamed-

Help Help---

No one came. Am I born for this?

I am a daughter

Rajaswala, untouchable, unholy. Because it is considered so, what is my fault?

Is this society clean and pure?

As holy as the Ganges?

Then, I am also an incarnation of Durga, the fierce form of Kali.

But shame on this civilization of yours.

Shame on your culture

Shame on your consciousness.

But in poetry, I am called love.

I am the person in the story

I am nature, I am the origin

I am the mother power on the altar of worship

I am your birth mother.

Yet I am a downtrodden in society, born to scorn, born to rape.

Leave these talks, listen, I am a daughter, I can also pick up weapons for my family.