Monday, 29 December 2014

The Woman

She lived in the hills,
Up and down she went.
Grazing the cattle,
Getting the water.

She lived in the village,
Where people would go for pilgrimage.
She would breathe through a piece of cloth,
She would cover head.

She lived in a town,
Going around.
Barely any adventure,
Just the same old routine.

She lives in cities,
Rich and fashionable,
Working and partying,
Her hair down.
But still not independent.
She is still scared.
“Will she ever be able to......”
To go out
At any time of day.
To go out,
To come back home safe each day.

Women are not things to use.
Women are no things to abuse.
Women are not things.
We place our goddesses of heaven on the highest pedestal of respect,

Then why is it that there is a difference in the value of worship? 


- Ragini Zutshi Anand