Urban Level Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Urban level

Vision or no vision
There remains always confusion
The powerful has always ruled over weak
The incidences world over openly speak

We advocate free hand for women
But what happens then?
Either gender makes them prone to submission
Or surrender is made under compulsion

Let anyone speak in favor
Let there be cry all over
The situation is not going to change
They shall be subjected to rage

You hang rapists
Pass the laws and insist
Equal treatment
The situation shall remain at present

Some of the influential ladies shall travel top
Rest all may remain at bottom
The scene at urban level is pathetic
The women has no power to become critic even