Nymph Forever!

A vivacious woman I met,

‘It's a long story', she said.

She cleared her throat and start was sombre,

Plot was captivating, and plundered my time which always remained in numbers,

‘There was a ' start wasn't standard,

And hence my leaking curiosity was encumbered.

She told me about the Nymph of present day,

Who is used and left on the way.

The one who was not accepted on her birth,

A girl not a human; burden during dearth.

Who never awed expensive or fancy,

Was always on way from room to pantry.

Social rants  always demeaned her existence,

Moral wasn't feminine resistance.

Choice of abode had a seal ,

Tinted mirror and dyspnic viel.

Soon she was married,

Away by bellyful she was carried .

Even if of sleazy utopia she thought,

By no superior compromise it was bought.

Poor Nymph was once prayed,

For pennies now she is betrayed.

She looked resplendent amidst all the miseries,

Her beauty wasn't defendant

Oppression had it's own mysteries .

Every moment she was set ablaze,

In laws and their piercing gaze.

I realised and I couldn't breathe,

To reality her story was befitting sheath.

My brimming questions,

To the coincidence of situations .

“Did not she ever protest? And

What about the rest?

Nymph ! Was she only one?

Or there was a greater sum? "

“ Listen" she replied out of dark depth

“I wasn't only one, who lived the death "

“ Don't proceed with a sigh,

Generation is new and time is high ."

“ New brands to eternal subjugation,

Prosthetic empowerment needs to be replaced with self-emancipation ".

Exuding anxiety opened my eye!

In my bed I did lie

Living it daily; a real cry

She disappeared without saying a bye!