every girl's wishA Poem by taarini2307read to find out
Are the streets safe for us to walk here
and there Or do we just sit at home in a corner and
swear?
Why clean these streets, if one doesn’t use it?
The nation wants to know Why do people make so many excuses?
The streets are not safe they say But why in the end, the women have to pay?
Why can’t women move around freely and go
wherever they want to go Why can’t the world’s largest democracy be
safe for us, does anyone know?
People say women should dress up right But why can’t the men change their own
sight?
People look at lipsticks and comment But why can’t they control their intent?
Often we say that women are much stronger
than men But do we actually mean it? Or is it just a statement because no one
feels it?
Don’t go out late at night, for people
have a bad sight is something that we live with every day Can’t these men just sit a bay?
In our own country I feel That a woman can be raped But not protest against it
Go on and protest against something What do you get in return? Torture, rape, disrespect? Or worst of all, an unsightful (unsightly)
death?
Be careful, there are bad touches around
us They say…. Why do all these rapes happen? Can anyone please tell us..
I go out wearing a skirt I hear whistles around me People say cover your legs and walk But why on earth do people have to see?
Humanity, at this point is in its grave Why don’t people let women be brave?
Time flies But why do these criminals get bail so
easily?
God, why did you make us a woman? we wonder So hard for us to carry on Or should we just surrender?
Why do we trust mean around us? Why was Nirbhaya raped in the bus? Oh you must be thinking why make such a
fuss because all these things happen around us?
Why do some people have such a destructive
mindset? Why do they respect their mothers and
sisters? Why do they respect all female
politicians? But can’t respect a girl walking down the street
alone?
Carry a pepper spray people (they?) say It protects you from (bad?)the people,
they say But why do they become bad is my question If anyone has an answer, do please tell me Buy us shorts, skirts etc. But what is the use if we don’t wear them? Girls shouldn’t wear jeans men say But can’t we just dress up in our own way?
I wanted to go out on the streets and
protest That why can’t we live our life to the
best? But my friends pulled me away and said The streets don’t belong to us, it belongs
to the rest
If men drink around and misbehave Then it’s ok But if a girl slaps him The slap is turned into a rape
It’s been two years after Nirbhaya’s death But nothing seems to have changed… The only thing that changed is " The rape cases are going up again
There are over thousands of rape cases
pending The criminals not yet punished People say that India is awaking But do we do if people have the same
mindset
A rape victim was lying on the road All drenched in pain Many people passed by But all of it went in vain
When a rape victim died She went to God and said ‘Whatever happens please don’t make me a
woman like the rest’
If I stand up for my right I speak a lot If I don’t stand up for my right, I am dumb!
Who created this mindset? And why does one destroy this beautiful
creation To be loved is everyone’s right But why does one destroy this creation?
Life is beautiful, many people say They keep on saying thus day by day
Please keep my life beautiful The way it is
I want my freedom back I want things to be the way they were I want to roam freely from a place to
another But when will I get it back I always
wonder
Sometimes even I wish that I was not a
woman I wouldn’t have to spend time wondering is
my life in safe hands
Thirty years from now I would sit back and wonder Should I have carried on in my life Or should have I surrendered
There is a ray of hope But it is too small The ray of hope is in our heart But it tells me that there are a lot of
things that is tearing it apart
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StatsAuthortaarini2307Delhi , East Delhi, IndiaAbouttypical teenager who loves to read and write and hates to study loves music more..Writing
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