Look, look
around you,
Listen to the
cries of your sisters
Sparkled by a
few of us
Which you can
kindle,
To set ablaze
the fire,
The call of
your sisters.
Is it a cry to
subdue the man
With the
conquering power of your tongue?
Or is it a show
of your female egoism?
Or is it a show
of masculinity?
With pants and
boots and crew hair cuts,
To be a shrew
to be tamed?
This was what
you were misled to be
Remember, you
were misled!!
Never, never let it
happen so
Is it to be an empty
show
Or an intellectual
one?
The very
personification
Of calm and grace
With an element of
steel within you.
Awake and arise, Oh
sister,
And look at the
dimensional faces of MOTHER Nature
This land of ours is
MOTHER India,
This planer of ours is
MOTHER Earth,
The all supreme is
GODDESS Shakthi.
The Ganga is a female
who washes off our sins
Both yours and mine,
And remember, of all
men too!!
Come, let’s
join hands
To remove the
fleck of sneer
To wipe out the
comments of mockers
“After all,
she’s a girl, a girl of the kitchen,”
A girl “ready
for marriage,”
A burden on her
parents finances.
Picture, for
yourselves, dear sisters,
The mother
eagle rearing her young ones,
The lioness
fondling her cubs
Your mother
feeding you with her milk,
The nurses who
tend the sick,
‘The Lady with
the lamp’ or ‘The Saint of the Gutters’,
its all a bit
of you, that keeps the whole world going.
You run the
world with your left fingers,
Remember,
You’re the director of the show!!
Sisters,
Mothers, Aunts, march forward
March ahead
with confidence and vigor
To conquer new
avenues
To shatter the
roots of the “all man’s kingdom”,
To display the
dynamite within yourself,
To change March
8th to the day on which
Men and women
stand on the same dias.
Cursed be the
male chauvinism
Cursed be the
male egoism.
Grandma,
Mothers, Sisters
Lend me a
little time of yours
Lest my
thoughts go unheeded
Lest my voice
goes unheard!
Preethi Chander, XII
