They gave you a name tag, "INDEPENDENT", But aren't you more like what "IN--DEPENDENT" is,
They gave you the tag, "#REAL",
But are you what "RE-AL" is,
They call you "STRONG",
They call you "DIVINE ", They call you "BOLD", They name you as "SHRINES", They call you "A BETTER HOME", They say that you are given all rights,
All rights parallel to the moustached guys, "MEN", But are you strong enough to take a stand?
To go out there alone and fight,
Fight with a weaker body as they say,
You know we are categorized right away from our birth,
To rest in arms of parents and then a "Better" Man.
Where are we making the world depend upon us except for "PROCREATION"?
Where are we taking the stand for a larger action?
Aren't we being the ones calling us "KALI'S and DURGA's or say NARAYANI's"?
Aren't we the same to let us being tormented as "AVLA NARIS"?
Then where is the change?
Where is the morning light in this hypocritic night?
We wear a mask of smile and some fit in tricks to cover my trembling expressions out in the crowd,
But then why those tags,
If they can't even wipe out fears out loud?
Though not we demand an answer everytime,
But a solution,
I think it's hard on your part,
Because you ain't any better invention.
You call us fragile?
And so are you, the other, the more fragile,
Defending yourself with shooting arrows of hypocrisy,
And you call us the divine sissy?
Oh please, for Holy lake,
Give us a break,
Don't mumble on goods when mind's all dark,
Don't give tags when you treat us as rags,
We can stand for us,
And alternative's stands omitted,
We don't need you!
Not hypocrisy of Durga and then tagging us Sluts, at least!
~Akankshya Das.🍁


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