Drained door knocked like a whore.
Tiny tips and toes twitched at the touch.
Clean slate scribbled, wiped and scratched.
Her upturned palm like a Lily flower bloomed for a
day.
Drained door mocked more.
She shied in the trance of trinkets and tassels.
A brand-new bride to third hand bride groom.
Numbed mum of four on her first night.
Drained door creaked at the call.
Bargained bride bridled by her man.
Brittle tears wiped her smiles.
Her fasts for his feasts festooned her fair self.
Drained door forlorn with termite.
Barren womb, female in her womb.
Cramps and labored breathing after 9 months.
Alas! Nine travelled ten times to bear the heir.
Drained door felled on expiry date.
Frigid goblette frown in the wait- room.
Like Autumn leaves buried in bin liner.
A big rag doll ditched in a dusty sack.
Drained door enameled once more.
Drained door welcomed the gore.
We talk of Patriarchy ,Women empowerment and many such strong movements to dispel disparity. Sadly major parts of the world still are surviving with the burden of the term we urbanites detest, ' weaker sex'. It is the optimism which speaks of evolution. Gradually morons will rise to feel the pain and shed their pre- conceived notions of gender inequality.
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