Violence Against Women

From inner room to
open field,
from kitchen countertop
to office desk,
her travails remain the same.

Everyday she tells stories
that draws tears from hearers’
eyes,
unceasingly, stories that elicit
sympathy-she relates to her
listeners;
beyond description account
on inhuman treatment never
run out from her mouth.

Unending pains and sorrows
from society created and
sustained evil-
violence against women-
dossier she keeps;
her take home is violence,
her companion is aggression and
sadism.

Every direction she turns
violence envelops her,
every community-she resides-
cruelty and savagery-
gifts she receives.

Everywhere she lives-
conservative, liberal, strictly and
non-religious, close, open,
traditional or dotcom society,
she lives, grows, and dies in
violence.

At home-punching bag-
she has become in the
hand of uncultured man,
sex-satisfying-object-
she is before a
libido-controlled-stallion.

Rape she suffers continually
from abusers-mostly known-
incest-her captor-subject her
upon,
just as society blames and
condemns her for the evils
that befall her.

Violence against her has no
limit,
violence against her has no
border,
insofar she is biologically
identified as a woman and
distinctively feminine,
pre-birth-infancy-girlhood-
adolescence-and-elderly,
cycle of society prepared
abuse, she undergoes.

Physically-she is tortured,
sexually-she is assaulted,
molested, and violated,
emotionally a she is injured
and damaged,
economically-she is denied
empowerment, made a pauper
to be dependent on
man in perpetuity

Unfriendly custom and practices-
honor killing, dowry violence,
mob violence are her share
and inheritance;
unpleasant-yes-
disadvantageous position
such as pre-natal sex selection
abortion, female infanticide-
she finds herself in most
societies of homo sapiens.

Her biologically configuration
mankind keeps exploiting for
economic gains,
her sexuality-good for nothing-
son-of-Adam turns to
automated teller machine.

Her womanhood,
nature-created-honorable
tool-of-pleasure-and-procreation
mankind has turned immoral,
desecrated, and profaned;
her rights-inalienable and
constitutionally grantee,
continuously come under
attack by hostage takers,
forced displacement,
systemic rapists, sex slave
owners,
and forced pregnancyagents

Will all men and women of
goodwill around the globe
keep quiet for these evils to
continue?
How long will our daughters,
wives, sisters, nieces, mothers
be viewed from binocular lens
different from their males
counterparts?

This is the time to
Declare War on
Violence against Women;
Let “Peace on earth
and good will to men”
applies to Women.

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal
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Immensely touching . It’s the concern of every sensible person , male or female . High time to wage a full- length war against the cruel practices .

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