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.