"She"

Stands for many things he cannot be. 

That unwavering love and endurance that cannot be seen 

but wipes your maladies clean. 

A daughter, friend, sister, mother, wife…

  Many a hat she wears along the walks of her life.

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 Yet, you cringe at the thought of a girl being born, 

Instead of celebration, her birth you mourn.

  When she does get to see the light of the day,

  With her life you decide to play! 

She moulds herself to suit your sensibilities,

  Tries with the best of her abilities,

  Yet you are far from impressed.

You continue with what you do best-

  destroy, Demean and detest!

  it seems like you have imposed on her life a cess 

as if you have not created enough mess.

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 Clothed from head to toe or until the knee, 

You feel entitled to react on the spree. 

A baby, a girl or lady with equal aplomb you ogle, 

Identifying the exact reason makes our mind boggle.

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 Please dear, throw some light,

  Won’t you realize until we put up a fight?

  Do you perceive the same that you see in us,

  In your mother, sister or anyone as such? 

If yes, I regret to say –

  Your existence is uncalled for, if I may! 

That poor mother who bore you,

Unbeknown to the venom you would spew, 

Showered you with love, care and concern,

  Expecting nothing in return. 

Alas, her worst nightmare you turned out to be, 

Is the monster in disguise thee? 

Answer this question, dear-

Can you face yourself in the mirror?

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 Ironically, Our minds grapple with fear,

  Instead of them perpetrators.

  When you say- "all are not the same", 

Should we believe you or think of it as your game? 

When we have given up on everything,

  Thanks to the society that is so unsparing,

  Only a change in you and your attitude 

  Can bring a transformation of great magnitude. 

Until then, we remain riddled in fear,

  Even with the thought of trusting our near and dear.

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