On the threshold of another eighth day of March
I ask all the women to search
Not in their pockets, but in their heart
And answer me of your plight
In this paternal world
Are you really your own master
Can you walk alone down the streets at any time during night
If so will everything be fine and right?
I as a single women dare not
As after my father's demise 'am no more the adventurous lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Rimni! A touching poem! I ask all the women to search Not in their pockets, but in their heart And answer me of your plight. A relevant question posed and a thought provoking issue of women in India!