A Women's March

  A seed was sown in the womb of the patriarchal Mother earth, aiming for 'HER' first cry, had dreamt a life till eternity, but those eyes of innocence failed to read the gravity in the veracity of situation emerged in the lethargic, narrow-minded society, and those eyes never witnessed their first blink... They were under an impression of weird, vague mentality...And were shut forever...
        The cry once heard was mourn to make her listen to crumple voices of death.
         But who cares ........For HER grave....
    Sssshhhhh! Don't you see, she was sleeping...Let her sleep forever. Who cares, she was forced to sleep forever.
      Miles away from the reality,soon might turn to fact...“ When those oceans will boil in the calmness of moon, when those bright mornings will turn to gloomy nights, when all books shall be read open, when satan will enervate the glory of the Lords,
When that pen will refrain to ink the paper, once those love birds will be each other's malicious counterparts, when those souls of MAN should be  burnt and burried alive.....!” At that moment, she'll rested in peace with an unanswered question torturing her soul..“Why Me?"
         “Before that only tear had dropped down,
          Before my first breath made a sighing sound,
          Before I could cross the labyrinth of that earth,
          Those evils cuts my times of mirth...
          The mud junked in those young nails,
          That pain I suffered, got relentless in scales,
          To be a slave, I had a birth for thee,
          That slaughtered body still screams “Why Me?"
     She never loose hope, she is the creator of every life that evolves, A women, A girl, A spine of this so called “MALE” world, standing tall above the men, it's the WOMEN POWER, THAT NEVER DIES, THAT NEVER CRIES....
       A HAPPY WOMEN'S MARCH!

By Darshan Oza