Love me, if you notice my beauty.
Not of the leather covering my heart,
Nor of the shine or charm but my beauty
That lies within, not in a part.
Touch me, if you notice my cleanliness.
Not of the face visible to the mankind,
Nor of the arms and legs but my cleanliness
That is visible not to eyes, but even to blind.
Talk to me, if you notice my sweetness.
Not of the words from my utterance,
Nor of my smile or gestures but my cleanliness
That comes from my soul’s honesty and romance.
Marry me, if you notice my loyalty.
Not of living together forever,
Nor of being always nice but my loyalty
Of hearing my heart and lie to my soul never.
I hate thee my Lord for this peripheral charm.
A curse should it be for me.
They don’t see me but my leather,
Not my soul but my outer feather.
Lust, not Love, what they seek.
Fair outside, inside very weak.
Oh Lord !
Give me my partner, if you notice my worth.
Not of being a better half of the whole,
Nor of performing actions of life but my worth
Of sharing my feelings, my heart and my soul.
I wrote this poem in December 2012 after the Nirbhaya case. It moved to the deepest and I thought of writing this. In this poem, a woman is narrating to the world what she wants, how she wants to be treated. She doesn’t want to be an object. She wants to be treated for what she is and not for how she looks.