The
title has been inspired from the poem, Written in early spring, by
William Wordsworth. Man seems to have crossed the threshold of being
human and has become so much cruel. This poem is my reaction to the
increasing abuse and rape of women, who most deserve love, care and
affection.
I
write this with a sense of disbelief
and a
feeling of amalgamated shame
My
thoughts are smeared in grief
with a
tinge of anger flame
How
can you be proud of a nation
where
women get misrep
In the
chart of social evolution
we
have been taking a toddler step
Mankind
is now a misnomer
for
Man has stopped being kind
and
these thoughts around my mind hover
to
help protect nature's best find
Man
has shed his human-ness
and
set the beast let loose
Strong
laws and quick justice
how
long can we afford to snooze?
If you
say its the attire
that
makes a man instigate
In all
the sense of satire
I wish
you a better fate
We
kill her even before she plays the game
to
every mother's sigh
We
forget its the men to blame
who
gave the X and wh'Y'
Lets
do something to make them feel abash
and
resort to deal them tough
I wish
God could use a cache
and
punish them quick enough
We
have waited more than we should
and we
cant do it longer
It's
time we join hands and stood
against
men who are less men and more ogre
lets
spread the love most sought
and
help her as she is shaken
let's
all sit down and give a thought
and
let the humane feelings reawaken
As
this poem draws to an end
I hope
men stop being sick
I ask
for their ways to mend
to
every tom, harry and DICK
-Sayee
Balaji
