I opened google and
My cursor danced a bit
Wondering what to do;
I did have a few thoughts
but my roads forked into two
and I had to choose between youtube and the news
I chose the one less travelled by
and lost in the society section ,protruding my eyes onto the screen
while searching for the crooks in the brooks
I jumped upon the category of the”women”
And Being of the same kind
The eagerness engulfed my mind
I pressed my mouse
With all the zeal filled upto my mouth
The view grinded my heart
All the zeal in me decided to depart
What I read first
was About a girl the same age as mine
Treated like a cattle
Sold for money
Unknown to what would happen to her honey?
The crooks had disrespected their own kind
They had crossed a forbidden line
Their senses of touch had forgotten the caressing of the sunny man above
The humanity in them had drained into the brooks
I wonder what would happen to these crooks?
Then a girl named aliana’s interview flashed on the screen
And it was like living an unwanted dream
The next line said “also read: rented brides of Haryana ”
reading the “also” in the line created an edgy feeling inside
Looking at my particular kind
Being chagrined and agonised
The light of the future dimmed a bit in my mind
I didn’t want to grow up to see a sight so filthy
I wanted to wear my sandals and not worry about the ongoing scandals
And I wanted to go out in the park
Without my mom fearing
If I would return with all my parts
I wonder what lies ahead
Would the future females
Have ingrained fear to walk alone
Would they deny the merriment after 9?
Would my daughter be scarred and scared?
Would she even be allowed to be born?
I wish this misogyny wouldn’t just go on and on.