Free Press.
Stop press.
Enough of pressing,
Your octopus arms,
On my lush green youth.
Stop Press.
Free me from your press.
I am oppressed.
Do not,
Probe the soft core,
Of my flesh.
Stop Press.
I am a woman,
Not given,
To your freedom of press.
Stop Press.
Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
An experiment to think, putting my self in the shoes of a daily woman commuter in Mumbai. Her cry against sexual harassment in Public and private.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem