Feeling of a Female
She is dazed! why all the words like vigour or fervour
Are fused only with a geezer?
She is petrified! when a man becomes her mate,
She has to ruminate, even before uttering a word.
She feels damned! to embrace the belief of bozo,
And endeavours to deter her ardour,
in the name of retention of peace.
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’
