Quite often a secondary desire
She comes from another one of her kind,
Perceived frail and acquiescent
Society misconstrues her serene and tranquil self,
Yet, with her scars at every dawn
She marches on fervently.

Discarded and mistreated
Patriarchy remains nonchalant towards her despondency,
Aspirations and ambitions subdued over time
A leisure valley is all she is considered now,

Transient respect is what she gets
Ripple effects of kinships,
Objectified here, glorified at Lord’s
Mankind plays with her mind,

Species’ survival on her shoulders
Even now striving for equality,
Being vociferous still a luxury
She remains sceptical of nights and alleys,

Why is it that man suppresses her?
Is it because of his ego or maybe his inferiority complex,
Or is it because like a warrior
With her scars at every dawn
She marches on fervently.