LET HER FLOURISH!

 

LET HER FLOURISH!

 

She does not ask to be worshiped:

Don’t constrain her by enshrining,

Into purity or puberty,

By not treating her flowery or sweety,

Let she be fraternally freed,

By liberating her from all the societal creed!

 

Don’t attribute soft and beauty:

As they cruelly conditioned her capacity,

The humanity hasn’t tasted her quality,

To the fullest as she faces only vulgarity,

Spectating that through the years down is insanity,

Truly it reveals the democratic inability!

 

She wore the given:

The then and the now did not have much of her.

For her tongue he supplied language,

To her beauty they attributed parameters,

At her decision the buried and the married always found,

When she tried to be her own they frowned!

 

She has not been celebrated acutely

Untouched and forgotten were rescued by her,

Her radiance had bestowed spotlight upon the unknown,

She converted the unwanted into much needed,

Her efforts brought many unrealized potential out,

From him and them she unleashed many without doubt!

 

Don’t metaphor her to the moon:

Those darken days of literature had gone.

Nor treat her like a flower,

That Blackmagic had withered with the kingly power.

She must not be equated with tender wind,

When she had acquired cyclonic current!

 

She shouldn’t be bothered about chastity:

When that is not insisted upon the constructed masculinity,

Among him it would always appear to be a rarity,

Allow her to bring out the unattended quality,

Refusal of that might lead to gender inequality!

 

Mothers have produced suns:

But suns joined hands to reproduce her,

As figure, prostitute, item, sex-commodity and widow,

Gaze her private parts and kick her without heart,

In the name of false love she gets cheated,

By instilling safety her creative is quieted!

 

She is still homed and homogenized:

Due to that her versatility goes unrecognized,

Patriarchic dirt’s would drive her to antagonize,

Her own breed and make her intensely agonized,

 As there are such cunning customs and ridiculous rituals,

Brought into force by those who were dehumanized!

 

She is not and was not his slave,

That accidently existed in the form of Eve,

To speak her ill, he should have been in the cave,

Only she made him strong him and told to be brave,

To her disrespect and dishonesty alone he gave,

But without her how could he live?

 

Don’t shun or fun her intelligence:

It has not grown just like nails on fingers,

The suppressed skills and refused goals,

The denied dreams and unflagged fame,

The ranking caliber and rocking flavors,

All set to fly as she had found her sky!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.