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A poem that tells how women have been taking the blame and suffering owing to the patriarchal society.
Like wolves howling in the night,
they grab her in the blanket of night.
As the day dawns, shining bright,
they become the saints of honour.
Stones and abuses are hurled at her,
The cursed one, the sinner they call,
for their sin, she had to take the blame.
Rishi Kanva was cheated by Indra,
It was his mistake that out he went.
It was Ahalya who was victimized,
both by Indra and the Rishi.
But, it was she who was punished,
Cursed to a stone for years,
For their sin, she had to take the blame.
It was the grave error of Pandavas
To place Draupadi to gamble,
As her own shameless men folk
Stood around like cowards watching.
Victimized was only she for their fault.
She who was stripped in public,
It was Rama’s mistake
To run behind a deceitful deer.
Laxman failed, Ravana abducted.
It was poor Sita who was forced to suffer
Endless torture and humiliation,
Still forced to walk through fire.
For their error, she had to take the blame.
From ancient days, till today
It is men’s right to sin and gloat.
No limit to their heinous crimes.
Generation may change but for her,
Only to be possessed, tortured,
In the eternal law of man’s world.
For their sin, still she had to take the blame.
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