Though there is ample evidence
That we were the harvesters, gatherers
While men went hunting and gaming
Maybe we were cave artists too
Though there is an ample evidence
That we did the ground calculations
For ambitious space missions
Carried out fatal experiments
To figure out x rays, radioactivity and
Even the DNA structure
Though there is evidence
That most anonymous writers
Too were women
They were also those wives, sisters, sister in laws and whores
Which gave the world stupendous art
Yet women have been historically ignored
Cast aside, taken for granted
Treated as a doormat
While men ran their victory laps
As they stood on the podium
The tray bearers were the women too
There is ample overpowering evidence
That we birthed the entire humanity
Every evil soul who masquerades as saviour
Started life in a mother’s womb
The very female sex whom he ended up
Exploiting, killing and silencing
How did we end up here?
Are we truly the weaker kind?
Or just too kind? Or too conditioned?
Passing on the intergenerational trauma
And patriarchy in equal measures
No wonder we end up being hated a lot
For trading freedom for freedom
That’s the only real deal for us
Be unfree, free, unfree, free
To be or not to be
We truly can’t distinguish between choices
There isn’t any escape route
From this foul role-play
We regale it in and we ace it too!!
After all we just have to call it day
And decide not to give birth
And watch homes and government scramble
With incentives and perks
We can pull off a demographic shift
Yet these imbecile fools
Disrespect and disrobe us
Rape and kill as per their will
There seems to be no end in sight
We are still in the recognition stage
Recognising the inequality
Still debating that patriarchy
Is the ultimate design
No wonder Joan of Arc
Was called a witch and burnt at stake
Only to be venerated later
As a patron saint and saviour
This game is too old
Can we move to the next level?
We refuse to be recognised in retrospect
We dare you to practice equality
Take those baby steps
Remember we women are good at it
To teach those baby steps
Watch you falter
Give us a chance to make you
A better human or maybe at least a human!!
Photo courtesy: My son, Anuran. This was clicked at Orleans where Joan of Arc led the war to save France.
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