Being A Women - Poem by Neha Kaushik
Caged in relations,
bounded by commitments,
imprisoned by society,
chained by customs.
My thinking forced,
From ages, I've lived this way,
thrashed every night,
killed even before I came to life,
strangled to death in my own house.
Slaved by this man's world,
brutalities they made me suffer.
I was used for their pleasure,
and dumped at their will.
My freedom curbed,
and now, I've turned into a living corpse.
Without any feelings,
without a heart,
with no more pains,
no more complaints
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