Resolution On Women's Day Poem by swatee sripada

Crawling out from the pages of past

As an insignificant worm of energy

Frail and fragile touch me not delicacy

Encompassing the entire universe

The ultimate creative grace of the world

Looks with munificence filled eyes

At the human partiality

Which locks and keeps the magnificent power

A smile garnishes the innocent lips

On the ego of the weaker race



Supreme mother of the universe

When divided the race into men and women

To balance the forces of love and cruelty

Love is the weapon of mother

Inherited by every mother of the earth

If fathers create the race like snake

They might have swallowed half

With a prejudiced mind

Motherly love feeds the child as milk



But Manu, the great,

foresaw the boundless power

If not checked, he thought

We should enslave

So came forth with codes

As Dharma to press and compress the endless

To tether them to homes and children

With their delicate sentiments

But nothing is required for the unruly.



The blind generations follow the footsteps

To crown their supremacy

Veiled the beauty calling it protection



Now

If woman wants to be what they want

Where is the need of law and order?

Escapism is not the way

They choose the direct path

No need of reservations or

Amendment of sections

The choice is left to them

Still I choose the path of love

To spread it as milkyway to the blind in dark