Abuse Not Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Abuse not

I am woman of no disrepute
So depute
Some sensible person
To weigh in favor with reasons

How is that we are give no justice?
What happens to promises?
Enshrined in constitution
With same story of continuation

Time has now demanded
And it high time that culprits be remanded
Brought to book and hanged
For keeping women caged

Why do you want to abuse your place of origin?
What sort of joy you feel as win?
The wife, sisters and then mothers
How do you feel differently for others?

It has taken long to deliver
We are firm believer
And think it may change with law's handedness
To bring cheers on women's face