My fellow comrades

Women, my fellow comrades

Open your eyes

Beauty has been a bane of our existence

Ask Sita, Draupadi or Helen of Troy

Their beauty spilt the blood of thousands

But nobody saw them flailing their faces, with their hands

Inflicting wounds, to render them, a little more deformed

A little muter

Women, my fellow comrades

Open your ears

Expressing ourselves have been a bane of our existence

When Shurpnakha and  Dido, Queen of Carthage, asked for love

Mind you it was only asking

One was sent back with severed nose in hand

Other with heart crushed, agony stitched and misery shrouded

Women, my fellow comrades

You are worth saving

Only if you are Queen

Draupadi found Krishna, Helene the whole of Greece

So, if you are no Queen,

Don’t expect anyone, sprinting

striding to your rescue

Women, my fellow comrades

You are born to be subservient

Rebellion is only punished

When Draupadi had five husbands and Helene chose love over Menelaus

They were punished, severely punished

Women, my fellow comrades

Open your eyes

 Truth like beauty

Lies in the eyes of the beholder, of the listener

So, Open your eyes, open your ears

Decide your own truths after appraising

Facts, cold and untouched

Beyond the clutches of the male gaze

Open your eyes

See everything

And show the world it’s mirror

Surreptitious hidden under the misty haze.

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