Save The "Girl"

Has he left yet? 

The tone of judgement

Complemented the authority 

With the look enough to run you down

That waited for the morning after. 

What does he mean to you? 

Question every relationship 

That enters the door

Demanding proof

Oh, the saviors of our society. 

Why is he here? 

The voice pointing out

That you are answerable 

Only because.. 

You have a bleeding vagina. 

Should I send him up? 

Note down the time

Of how long you get

To visualize me naked 

With him in bed. 

But you aren’t married? 

You are against our culture 

No immoral activities 

In our contract as per only

Your definition of good or bad. 

Are you sure you are related? 

Or you cooked it up

To save yourself from situations

That I may create for you

Every time you enter and exit. 

I don’t think you are a nice girl

You never got it right

Carrying the load of your labels

You build every night 

You should have stuck to being

A mere puppet to the society

Rules that change as per the wish

Of the ‘moral’ men and women

And their imaginary deities

Beti bachao, Beti padhao

But belittle her choices 

She maybe educated enough

But never to make decisions 

The choice is but imaginary 

An illusion of control

The decision made by books

10,000 years old.