Broken wings of Her

Lying down motionless, with little breadth of air in her. lost her precious life she, perished her life he. Her locks are scattered, the future daughter lying mortal. nowhere the clean and tidy hands are found, undraped was she. cannot stay for long along she, what a merciless fate for her. apple of eyes in her parents is she, but the fate snatched her from her parents. Her dreams, aspirations and life in dustbin, with rotten corpses, rotten ambitions. The future era filled with lust and avarice, lost smile of hers. The old Mahabharata reminds me of Draupadi, whose head bent down shame; The present aspect of women's life questioned. where is the voice for her? where is the hands for her? Some hands are used for her exploitation. Remember males! you came from a mother,you are brother to a sister; where are your feelings and thoughts for her? the motionless corpses and your pleasures? in the world of shameless men.