Feeling of a Female

She is dazed! why all the words like vigour or fervour

Are fused only with a geezer?

And when these guts are evinced by a gal

Every Tom essays to grab & dump her into gives.

She feels demented! when she is talking to a lad,

Entire mankind appears ogling at, to inculpate her cachet.

She is petrified! when a man becomes her mate,

She has to ruminate, even before uttering a word.

The exhibition of friendship or frank expression of fondness,

Her audacious attitude pronounces her to be characterless.

Her giggling or guffawing is not greeted,

Rather heeded as a tacit temptation to content their greed.

She feels damned! to embrace the belief of bozo,

And endeavours to deter her ardour,
in the name of retention of peace.

What complements her, is to cook moreish meals!!

And to bear the burden lone, which must be mutual.

Even the female fraternity scans her

with assorted concern of jealousy and haughty

And the male clique attempts some opportunities in her body.

When she looks beyond the boundaries, she tunes nowhere,

Every glance covets the wild cat, but none craves to see her soar.

Her convictions, her compassion; are triggering her trepidation,

Her plight gets me agonized,

When I espy fails immured under male chauvinism.

I’m longing to declaim her, that this is high time,

To stir her conscious and to awake, organise and agitate.

©️ Rachana ‘Mohini’