Being A Girl

She..

         Unassailable Nirvaya

Not a desirable body,
Not a flesh for lust;
Not a dustbin to spit in,
Not a doormat to use.

We are the one –
Who made you possible.
We are the one –
Who made you accomplished.

Why can’t you acknowledge that?
Why don’t you remember?

For everytime you sacrilege a woman,
You do pollute your identity.
For everytime you turn deaf at her scream,
You do kill your humanity.
For everytime you force a woman,
You do turn a monster.
For everytime you point at her dress pretending to console,
You do murder your soul.

No longer you are Human.
No longer aberrant.

      But like Phoenix we rose,
      With an identity new,
      As a She which makes a he.
      No longer a Mrs. –
      No longer a C/o. –
                     
             She is a mystery yet to reveal…
                         Nirvaya is She…
                                    We are She…
                                            She is Me…



                                                                                            Bhabani