An hour glass
 figurine
 a smile that 
never loses its shine
graceful, dutybound
and divine
living in a closed box
crumbled within
well, do you think
that is just she
defined & structured
perceived & judged

Well, 
how wrong can you be
she can be every shape
every colour 
she can laugh out loud
wear  what she likes
a burkha or a saree 
a skirt that is mini 
or a bikini
she might have greys 
and a flabby tummy that ooozes 
she might want to dream
she might want to fly
she might want  just a home
she might want the wide world

she is beyond  
being a mother
a daughter
a lover
a wife
a care taker
that you always desire
She is a person
flesh & bones
blood that is red
just like you

Do you realise
when you 
kill her in the womb
tease her when she 
begins to bloom
crush her when
she continues to scream
judge her when
she opines rubbing your esteem 
tarnish her when
she takes on a road unseen

Do you realise
She is a person
flesh & bones
blood that is red
just like you

And , yet 
you celebrate a day
just a day
to acknowledge
her existence
to show that you 
care!

And , 
what happens  morrow
and day after morrow
does it change? 
the sloganeering
the hashtags
the speeches
the claps
does it stay?

And , yet 
you celebrate a day
just a day
to acknowledge
her existence
to show that you 
care!

Really !!

Love,
Chinmayee