Scars and wounds

Little did I know

That this society would never grow

More that I cared

More was I scared

Counted the stars 

But couldn't count the scars

They were more in number

That they made me more dumber

I wear a torn-jeans and open up my hair

Put my make-up on to look fair

Then I am called a slut

But at the end my mouth was shut

I wear a saree and put a plait

Order a Champagne to celebrate 

Then given the name 'untraditional'

But at the end I had to face that hell

I went away from my house

Expecting an understanding spouse

With the man I love the most

Ended up in a situation which is more than worst

I stand in the lane after my work

Then get harassed by a folk

Explained it to my in-laws 

They told to quit the job without a pause

This must have been the only notion

Where complexion is not a competition 

You may be dark or white

You are useful for them tonight

To a society we live in

Where socializing is a sin

Made up my mind to battle back

But ended up as a quack

Thought of springing up afresh

But again scared if I would enmesh

In the unreliable and scary world

Where I didn't want to ebode

Neither a candle nor a placard 

Neither a law nor a rally

Would change this atrocity 

And get rid of that monstrosity

This I write to the society 

For showing pity

On a soul that it encroached

And a mind that it trespassed 

Scars and wounds in my mind

Which I never want to mind

But they haunt me

And they never flee....