By walking through the dark street at night,
They called me, like they owned me in their sight..
I avoided, 'cause I don't want to fight,
Thought, "Now, it's alright!"..
Next evening, I saw the same evil eyes,
It made me colder than the ice..
One started to follow me through my place,
Tried to pull my skirt's lace..
"Get off from my way", I said in a slight fear,
He smiled, as he couldn't hear..
"Only one time, baby!", he said in lust,
I ran so fast after giving a slap and throwing on dust..
I spoke to mother, in terror and fear,
Nothing came out, but only a tear..
She said, "Women are meant for it",
I said, "No, mother, I don't get it!"
She said, "A scarf on face and covered parts can only make females ride their own carts"
"But, mother, I don't wear anything cheap! How can you blame dustbins, when people create heap?"
Next evening, I put kurti on my body,
Thought of not getting noticed by anybody..
Same man came and pulled my scarf,
Slapped me publicly and began to laugh..
He said, "You bitch! How could you slap? You think this attire would make us clap?"
"No, you dog, you proved my mother wrong!
But I don't fear you, not any long..
Few females came out with sticks in their hands,
As I shouted, "Are there any braves on this land?"
They got beated by prisoners,
Still, this evil prevails and it's a curse..
How people judge women on clothes and attire,
When men just want to set their bad fire..
Men, for bad eyes, will never get a blame,
Women will be questioned, as they created the flame..
Society won't support women for this case,
Goddesses will never come from this phase..
For having a well cultured girl, they'll all be in stress,
And for all bad happenings, will blame her..