Walking on the badlands
secluded darkest part if this planet
My heart melts, as I relay this dreaded tale
She crawls with a dwindling hope
Her worn out feet couldn't carry her any longer
HELP ME, she says
With a fainting voice, low parched and raspy
that's dying from existence.
but the society dares not to blink
From the mare that stares with great fright
She drags her feeble legs
Holding on to chair next to her
While attempting to stand up
Trading her life for mercy
RESPECT ME, she yells
Am I not a human being
for without my womb
Would any if you exist.
A man paused
and paradoxically stared at her
with unquenched thought of great irate
"what is this thing doing here?"
A glimpse of what women of today go through.