Woman A Sufferer | Poorvi Chawla

Around the globe seen so many of them,

Still in them similarity exist,

Some bubble out with anger,

Some cool down with air

I wish not Adam had eaten the forbidden Apple,

For we women till now bear.

I talk no big,

But I talk something main,

For the courage a woman sustains.

ADJUST! ADJUST! ADJUST !

is the badge we wear,

There is no other way let out,

For a woman to bear all the taunts

And still smile like a clown.

For a woman who holds the family together

Just as the roots of trees .

She who is the sufferer,

Is told to forget all things and start a new everyday,

Is that how a woman has to stay?

Let me remind...she is the princess,

Of her very own kingdom her father rules,

But that fades with the change of home,

She drops down dead from a happy girl to an unlearned soul.

Do we grow up to serve others????

I am sure God had not said.

How with a blink of an eye she is to call somebody else parents,

To whom she has met on the very first day.

It takes courage to be called parents of a daughter,

For we to be so rare,

God doesn't gifts diamond to all

He sees who can take care .

Nothing such written in ten commandments nor in holy books,

but we blind public to do so,

that so has been told.

Years have past by.. all grew with the growing nation

But it was a woman who stood back on the same station.

Cook food , look after children,stay home.

If humans are intelligent most who exist,

then I would wish Genie not to make me a human,

For she is who, who suffers