The phantoms walk on the roads,
Just two windows for the eyes,
Covering all ups and downs from the views,
The women protect the chastity of men’s world.
Men of the western world are not bothered,
As they have matured earlier, not as their cousins,
Men are at risk everywhere when over exposed with meat,
Discipline is not in any culture, but cultivated in the mind.
Nakedness is not new, as our ancestors were nude,
Homelessness in not new, as they had done ‘everything’ in open,
Making money out of vulgarity is not new, as they were the pioneers,
Dusty human have always sought fun out of their springs and wells.
If they force us to wear the sewn blanket,
When we go to their sandy land, we will not wear it,
Even if they send us to gallows, we will not wear it,
Not disobeying their rules, but to upkeep our dignity.
If their men are weak to get erected at every encounter,
It is their weakness; hence don’t make us a scapegoat,
Don’t force us to wear burga, when we are in their land,
Rights of hijab wearing women are violated, let them get up…
a powerful write on an issue that strikes at the root of women's right to choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Discipline is not in any culture, but cultivated in the mind. Nice poem exposing the sorry state. Thank you.