"Who am I?. Who am I? ". Shrieks my soul every time.
My being a woman is my only crime.
I am a victim of gender discrimination
Which has been blindly followed by society in the name of tradition.
Treated like a doormat for no rhyme or reason.
Victim of violence in all forms and season.
Stalking , murder and rape are the latest fad,
For a guy to satisfy his lust from a girl he could never had.
Often regarded as weaker sex,
Raised on a diet of inferiority complex.
But , beware ,o, misogynists, Shakti or power is our name.
We, too , will rise like a phoenix, to status and fame.
We will tolerate, indifference, no more.
Treated as a servant in day and at night as a whore.
We are also humans , treat us with dignity,
Lets raise the moral standards of humanity.