She, Who Is She? A Mother Or A Sister Or A Daughter?

She can be you, I, or anyone else for that matter,

But,

The true essence of being her is intact in every manner.

All her life is spent playing different roles,

But how come does she rock and roll them all.

Is she magic or a fairy of dreamland stepped down to the Earth?

Or is she herself a Durga or Kali for the world to work.

Who is she, I am unable to comprehend,

Because the misery of her asks me questions thousand.

 

Despite her essence to run the world,

Why is she proclaimed to be a puppet for the men to have fun?

If she is meant to be worshipped before man,

Then why does she have to endure all the pain?

Sacrifice, suffering, tolerance or duty and care,

why is her life confined to this scary nightmare?

From eve-teasing, honor killing, rape to sexual violence,

Why is she supposed to suppress her trauma with silence?

Fearing stigma and suppressing memories

is what she expected to feat,

Because the deaf and oppressive patriarchal society is ready to snitch her beam.

 

If being a "SHE" comes with these disrespectful freebies

Then how can she be a goddess instead she prefers lying like mummies.