Women

They fell prey to men,

Sobbed behind bars,

Sacrificed their identity,

Buried their aspirations,

And only then,

Were they recognized as —women.

They wore clothes,

Only to be disrobed,

And for all that a man did,

They were adorned with beautiful titles,

Slut, whore and what not,

Just to earn bread,

From those paper and metal pieces.

She was a daughter, a wife,

And a teenage mother,

By her unfair fate.

Those ruthless curs,

Only knew how to tear apart,

That soft flesh,

They were hungry,

And so was the girl,

By her destiny.