Wounded Lady

By Mehak Dharmat

Okay ! What If..I be impure for you in long run, 

I may bleed for six days in a month, 

Who gave you the right, 

To do nothing, but all time fight, 

All against my future that is so bright, 

I may appear to you as tiny and lean , 

Shape and size doesn’t matter of a burning flame note that mr mean ! 

Okay.! What If..I may not be permitted to enter a temple, Whom do you worship inside that temple, 

You took every bit of my independence, 

Just By lowering your intentions, 

Oh here, I just saw something down on the ground, 

Nah, not my legs but your morals you self proclaimed man. 

Okay! What if..I want to roam in cities 

At night, 

Does that single wish give you the right, 

Right to stare, glare, flare on me from distance, 

Excuse me are labeling me a mistress, 

Next time when you’ll be existing in this world, 

Quite peacefully in your own tiny shell, 

Make sure to you nurture your humanity once

And suppress your Devil, 

Or you may not even know when did the Goddess turned into Evil! 

By Mehak Dharmat