Rape is the fourth most common crime against women in India. In this poem, I have tried to throw light on the plight of women in the wake of the recent rape cases happening in India.
No matter what I wear,
you will always stare.
Sit like this, talk like this, walk like this.
I am told I am not acting like a Miss.
I don’t know why,
But why am I told to be coy and shy?
No matter what I wear,
I am always told to obey.
Don’t laugh out loud,
you are meant to be bound.
I have no choice,
but to have poise.
Don’t make a noise,
you aren’t allowed to have a voice.
You touch me, burn me, and scar me.
As if you own me.
All it takes is a gaze,
to put me in a daze.
Murdering me in the womb is a treason.
But why is it that even after birth, I live in a prison?
My existence becomes a bane,
when all things around me are insane.
Give me a chance to thrive,
Even I wish to know what it feels like to be alive.
Sonali Swain
Sonali Swain is a Freelance Content writer from Delhi. She wishes to be an IFS Officer and is preparing for the Civil Services currently. She can be reached at sonaliankita18@gmail.com.
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