WOMAN

Might cannot create life,

Neither can lust

Yet man in blind ignorance

Sees in the precious gift of a woman

A plaything to be toyed with

A commodity to be mercilessly

Deprived of identity.

Man consoles his brutality

With Eve’s error.

He forgets that the lord

Had given his unique gift

Of giving and nurturing life

To the woman not the man.

Woman’s a victim of man’s follies

Her birth brutally encased in female infanticide

Man meets her for nocturnal pleasures

But rejects her when dowry fails

To arrive on swift and strong wings

He forgets a woman is human too

With desires, hopes, ambitions.

Only the cessation of breath

Seems to remind humanity

That a woman is life incarnate

And life’s irreplaceable.

ANUSHA.U.R.

17 yrs

I do not like this poem. It was written for a competition. It won a prize but it is badly constructed.