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Stop Glaring!

via Daily Prompt: Glaring

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With news about women in India being unsafe, making the headlines, this poem takes it’s root. While the government continually comes under attack for it’s apathy towards cases such as rape, molestation etc. and feminist groups argue that women should not be told how to dress or by what time they should be back home, it’s the most debated topic.  In a utopian society free movement, complete safety is possible;  but all countries are far from it. So until we get there and unless you have the power of “wonder woman” or society stands together to protect women,  a woman needs to ensure she is careful.

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Unfortunately, these beasts lurk in our midst everywhere and are not caged. Some are more obvious and others wear the mask of their profession or relation with the victim and inspite of taking all the precaution in the world, terrible things do happen even in a public place like the New Year’s eve assaults in Germany in 2015-2016  or when one is in the most secure place like home or school by the so-called “uncle” or a teacher or by a holy priest.

While we do need stringent laws so that these beasts are put away forever, we also need to educate students, boys and girls, to respect each other. We need parents to teach their sons to respect women and we need parents to teach their daughters not to take bull-shit from anybody, be it their teachers, friends, husbands, colleagues, bosses or a stranger.

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A salute to those women and men who manage to save themselves from harrowing situations and come out stronger, after being put through the trauma. To those who despite being brave like India’s brave-heart “Nirbhaya”, succumb to the injuries, I pray their souls rest in peace and they are in a better place.

 

A salute to those “real” men who treat a woman as an equal, as a human being with dignity and respect.

So here goes my poem:

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I see you glaring at me,

It makes  me nervous,

Slightly anxious,

I admit, I am conscious,

I wish you’d stop being so obnoxious!

 
You’re glaring again,

I’m definitely not  flattered,

I know it shouldn’t have mattered-

I feel my confidence, a wee bit battered,

I wish I could have that glare shattered!

 

 

You  will not stop, how can you?

You’re “The Man”, that’s your view,

Shameless! But that’s not  new-

I take the cue,

I bid my fear adieu.

 

You who have no honor, I know your kind,

Not a man, not even an animal, but a creature with a sick mind,

You have eyes but your soul is blind-

I better beware, lest I should be your prized find,

Diseased art thou, in hell you’ll wind!

 

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22 Comments »

    • Thank you Moushmi. I had read the post you had published on your drive home and the fellows who followed you. You showed great courage. I meant to comment and put a link to this poem so you could read it. But looks like you found your way here😊. Thanks for commenting. It means a lot since you just experienced it.

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      • Yes, I thought of it that this might have come out of my post, i mean just the incident. But thought better not to mention.
        Yes but this was a tremendous post, describing everything so aptly.

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      • Not really it did not come out of your post. It just came at the same time. Mine was based on what happened to the daughter of the IAS officer in U.P. and all the other similar happenings around the world. But reading what happened to you reinstated it. Thanks again for appreciating the poem😊

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