Poem by Sunita Paul
Why always me ?
When I was just learning to walk
They had already started to stalk
Touching the unwanted places
How dirty were their sinned faces
They could never see a child’s innocence
For they had already killed their conscience.
Why always me?
Crumpling a flower in it’s budding stage
They tried to put me in a cage
Little me still fluttered her wings
Many songs in my soul to sing
So I started making my way
For I am here to stay.
But then why always me?
As a teen girl,
With beautiful curls
Each and everyone waiting in queue to propose
But I was always eager to dispose
Even then those invisible hands and eyes grabbed me
I could never be as a normal girl should be
It was always me.
For the teacher who came to teach
Or the temple priest who faked in saint’s disguise tried to preach
None left any stone unturned to molest and crush a young girl’s belief
Not a single person she found could give her heart relief
Even the next door uncle or cousin brother
All tried to touch her unwanted parts without least bother
Why it had to be only me?
As I reached the matured age
Learnt that the world is an acting stage
Here a man proposes indecent to you
But to his wife or girlfriend he promises his fake love is true
My lost mother protected me so well
Otherwise the planet is more dangerous than hell
I too would have been torn to pieces by now
Here women are raped but they worship a cow
Why it happens with me
Is it a curse to be Big or Beautiful
Why such adjectives are used to appreciate a woman like hot or cool?
Why cannot a man love or appreciate the heart
Why is it lust from the very start?
Masked hypocrites with multiple face
Ready to prey and make mess
But then again I think and rethink
Is it justified to put all men in the same league which stinks
Coz my father, sons or husband are men too
What is their mistake and what can they do ?
So I conclude that not all can be same
Better not to generalize the blame game
But still I am searching for the answer
All the questions which have made a deep scar
But then I realise that all those people or incidents
Made me so strong that my life’s canvas only I can paint
Now I can easily distinguish between good and evil
And can fight against all devils
Lastly I wanna thank the almighty for showering blessings on me
Empowering me as I always dreamt to be.