Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All!

Being A Woman Is Not Funny At All! long poem

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My world came crashing down
And I have been reduced to a nobody
No one recognizes me anymore
Even the dog in my street barks at me
I am a woman with no resource
I am a woman whose husband left for someone younger
I am a woman in a country
Where I am just a womb or just a hole
But still I have the audacity to dream
The tragedy of course is my life
But I will be my own Shakespeare
Because writing is all I know
Because writing is all I have
I am a poet
And I write where nobody reads poems anymore
They don’t have the time
They are all busy becoming doctors and engineers
Poetry is a dead art form they tell me
Poetry is not even an art form anymore
But I have to tell these stories
And I do not know how to make them funny
Stories of women being gang raped and hung from trees
Stories of female fetuses being dumped on the streets
Stories of brides being burnt to death
I wish I could find humor in this
But my pen stops, the ink bleeds and the words are smudged
So many lives just over like that
So many killed because they were women
60 million have perished and many more in the offing
Being a woman in this country is not funny at all
There is no humor in such lives
Where everyday is a battle for survival
And the there is the cliché
Women are not funny
When our lives have been reduced to such jokes
Some kills us for the money, some for the pleasure
and some because they did not like the color of our skin
But I want to write
And I want to be funny
I want to be free of this burden
The burden of being a not so funny woman
I want to make fun of everything
Even rape and murder
And I want to write of such a time when women will only read about
Rape and murder and harassment and foeticide and trafficking
in poems and stories written by women like me
And hopefully then they will find their lost sense of humor
and get their comic timing right too
Because being a woman in these time is not funny at all
Being a woman is not funny at all

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Ramapriya Nr
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A classic tale of woman”s sufferings brought out with much pain and anguish. poem deserves the hieghest accolades for showing the plight of woman and womanhood. congrats

Dr.Indu Nautiyal
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A deeply touching poem on the sad state of women with pointed reference to the rampant
atrocities inflicted upon them in and around The mere mention of everyday crimes against the fair sex evokes shame, sorrow sympathy and anger at the same time.But also lot of appreciation and respect for the invincible spirit and indomitable courage and determination of the victim , her incredible will power to fight against the forces of evil deserves wide acclaim as well as moral support by all , specially the womenfolk .
congratulations ,friend ,for the beautiful poem on the ugly state of things !

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