OK this was a poem that I wrote in the heat of the moment...a lot was happening in my country and in the media w.r.to rape, molestation, crimes on women in general and there were people that would just say shit in front of the cameras and recorders to get their moment of fame and youngsters would either go completely berserk over what was said and revolt on Twitter, Facebook or any other social media or those that we fondly refer to as moti buddhi wala insan or basically retarded would get some inspiration from the crap these public figures would say and start their own anti woman campaigns.
As a teen (I was when i wrote this) who didn't read newspapers but had to because social media was brimming with it, I was red with rage on how the victims were either being blamed or completely ignored in this havoc.
I wrote it with an innocent mind and very limited vocabulary as would be evident when and if you go through it, but my father just edited it . It still is very kiddish but I'm going to post it so suck it! :P
P.S: Daddy ....Thank you and love you lots!
The Indian woman's song: Sept 2013
Today I sing an untold song
Of heinous crimes committed since a time
long.
And I know you are too bored to bother
But I scribble as humans push humanity
off the border.
I stand at the station waiting for the train
Hoping and praying that it doesn't rain
I try to plan the rest of the day
So I can ease out of it in a comfortable
way
As I wait I see a group of boys,
Looking at us girls like we are the
shiny new toys
Hissing and laughing and passing
comments lewd
Though fully clothed in their eyes we
are nude.
Some of them bumping into us for fun
For Molesting girls they're always on
the run.
And I want to protest and shout so that
people hear
I keep shut as their mentality I fear.
In a country where rape is ok
The men are free to do anything, I say
Kill a few people, crush their dreams
Like life is dirt or so it seems
If a girl says no, she means yes.
Because she doesn’t have any right to say
otherwise
And if you can't get her to yield, you
just can rape her, kill her, And do it in ways ugly and blatant.
It's a man's world after all
Where women are objects of desire
It's a world where she is denied respect
and rights...
And now she is tired of getting into
fights.
Blame them all, blame as much as you
want,
Western culture, clothes, movie
influence and rap songs
Even the three year old was at fault
The one that faced the brutal assault
She was using her father's mobile
She was giving signals!?
That innocent juvenile...
Go see a few pictures on the effect of
the nuclear bombs
On Japan's parts, till you feel you've
wronged.
Trust man to convert something useful into
a device to kill
Humans - depriving nature of its balance
intricate and atmosphere tranquil.
So Ladies please carry your pepper
spray,
Again it's up to us to be careful they
say
Their crooked ways they aren't going to
mend
Until a few of them, to hell, we send.
I say take charge and kill a few
Just to start ending our curfew
Your body, your life, you call the shots
Wear what you please, jeans or shorts
Our constitution grants all the freedom we
desire,
Let's all ignite our inner fire
Let us all stand united against this unpardonable
sin,
It's our battle and it's time for us to
win.
