Alas, Thou Art Thine Enemy Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

One more rape of human spirit this year,
The outrage rages still with a new peak,
Varied versions, florid tongues draw keen ear,
Why it happens is still Latin and Greek.
Women's Day's is made merry no less still,
Seminars and speeches, rallies galore,
But easy does a guilty gets a bail,
And women, accursed souls, live with the lore.

Most of us soon tired get to let it be,
If life's Maya, delusion is no crime,
Nor is it sin a thicker skin to be,
Such be the life; such the spirit of time,
When, being born a weak sex be her curse,
Thou art, O fair sex, thine enemy worse!
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Sonnet/Satire | 16.03.13 |