......Never Look Like One... - Poem by Yash Shinde
Beyond the tattered window pane,
A gruesome, dominant world lies.
Facing the broken reflection of mine,
In the broken pane I meet my eyes…
Trodden hopes and weakened thighs,
Shoulders down with my soulful cries...
Beyond the visible sneer command on my face
A mournful shattered visage lies….
But must not I reveal my forlorn eyes,
The woman that hides in me in guise,
The world won’t let her to live
Trodden under feet, never to rise….
Am I, too weak to reveal,
Or am I not that strong to conceal,
Do I make you wonder about
The secret I hide under my veil? -
-I hide glitter of my eyes,
the innocence of my face.
My pristine soul,
the unparalleled grace…
…Is it this modesty that the world detests,
Or is my virginity world’s bequest,
Or is it a tribute to the womb that conceives,
& the hand that feeds by the hands that molest?
...You may burn, harass, pester or stun
…But the hands that assault shall be praised by none…….
……. “ Says to me my pessimistic voice,
-Be a woman but never look like one”
Copyright © Yash Shinde 2014
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