Every day
There are stories of Baby Falak and Nirbhaya
'Ravana', Duhshasan and Sakuni
Still roam freelywithout restraints
Nothing has changed, thousands years after
Killing of Ravana
Or uprooting the hands of Duhsasan
Or smashing of the thighs of Duryodhan,
No kingdom of 'Ram' has been established,
Nor a woman has become 'Devi'(Goddess)
She is still a doll,
At home, she is 'Baby Falak'
Outside she is 'Nirbhaya'.
Thanks to those fathers and brothers
Who fought for NIrbhaya in Delhi
Thanks to those men, who can see
A sister or mother in a woman,
Thanks to those writers and poets
who can understand a woman's emotions
Thanks to the judges who give fair judgements
And thanks to friend Krishna
Who always extends his hand of help
At the time of distress.
An excellent poem on burning social issue where Nirbhaya is just a case. Appreciated the mythological reference that the poetess has given here. Evil is ultimately punished. Excellent poem.
nicely penned- She is still a doll, At home, she is 'Baby Falak' Outside she is 'Nirbhaya'. //Yes- She is doll or baby but she NIRBHAYA! the courageous, the brave heart heart she is she is the pioneer for everyone..................... Yes- excellent theme penned through the epic Ramayan
Thank you Mahtab Bangalee for your nice comment.Yes, she is NIRVAYA(the courageous) .She is a fighter and she is a pioneer.
Thanks to those writers and poets who can understand a woman's emotions Thanks to the judges who give fair judgements And thanks to friend Krishna Who always extends his hand of help At the time of distress.........so touching and impressive expression with nice theme. It is a brilliant poem in favour of woman. Thanks for sharing.
Hi Bharati, Atrocities against women continue in the so-called civilised society of contemporary India. The stories of Baby Falak and Nirbhaya are repeated, everywhere, everyday... The psyche of the society needs to change to end this state of affairs. And we should show zero tolerance to to perpetrators of the crime against women. But, now, those who swear by Ram Rajya are the people who raise their hands in favour of these criminals. That is the real calamity.
Thanks for those fathers and brothers! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. No one can distinguish a female brain from a males. Therein lies the truth.++10