Woman Poem by Ajit Das

I am your mother;
you come through me
into this world.
Raised, reared by me,
you start the journey of life.

I am your sister;
I tie a knot around your wrist
to ward off evil.
You promise to protect me,
should there be any danger.

I am your daughter.
You pamper me, fulfilling
my girlish demands.
I care for you when you're
forsaken, left alone.

But when I am enslaved
in war, genocide,
used, sold in trafficking,
prowling wolfs tear at me,
you ignore my cries for help.

I feel betrayed being
any one of them to you.
Where is your promise,
your gallant mettle
to save my dignity, honour?

We are all in one big family,
even I am not your own
mother, sister or daughter,
even you are not my own
son, brother or father.