Tradition - Poem by bakuli bhakali
Tradition is the unkind humanity
That seizes little freedom of the feeble.
And instructs you to live in a closet.
Tradition is the beast
That instructs her to hide her beauty.
Tradition is the thankless society
That neglects the woman
Who leaves her home to make his.
Tradition is the blind humanity that justifies rapists and sadists
Blaming you for their misdeeds
Tradition is the self-acclaimed authority
You for being out at night,
And your dance of delight.
Tradition is not to rebel against
The chauvinists and sexists.
And neither to speak, nor to whisper
Ill of the viper.
Tradition is the total surrender of your will.
The broken wings of your desire.
It is to be subordinate
And never to subjugate.
It's just a departure from the tradition.
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