She is a brave fighter

                                       She  fights

“My wife’s pregnant”, said the father with joy,

in his firm belief that in the womb lies a boy.

“It’s a girl”, the immoral doctor said,

“We can abort it if sufficiently paid.”

“Kill it, Kill it”, said the father,

“Have mercy”, mutters the weeping unborn daughter.

The mother said, “I will not deprive my child of her life.

In my womb she will thrive,

till she’s ready to see the day’s light.”

The daughter said, “Thanks mom for helping me in this fight.”

Thus the daughter arrives in this world so vile,

the world which men like her father defile.

The mother smiles and says, “The fight is over and done.”

The cruel world replies, “Hold on! It has just begun.”

“Have I done the right thing in bringing her into this world?”, is  a grieved mother's occasional regret,

as she saw her daughter being made a victim of utter neglect.

The mother still tried her best to protect the daughter from a family that deemed her a burden.

Only if they asked themselves, ”What would the world be with only men and no women?”

A distant old relative comes to realise an evil deed,

she accepted his chocolates oblivious to what this might lead.

In her old uncle, the four year old reposed her trust,

little knowing that soon she would be a victim of his filthy lust.

She is fondled and groped,

touched in a way that she loathed.

“What was that?” asked her innocent mind,

As the filthy reason she fails to find.

By and by, the innocent girl grew up,

amid a constant fight against such crimes uncurbed.

Many free mouths told her what to wear,

they said, “Hungry beasts are on the prowl, beware.”

“Don’t provoke”, they said, “Cover yourself to the core.”

She wondered, “Did I provoke that old man at the age of four?”

To such advice she turned a deaf ear,

pursued her ambitions without any fear.

Returning from work, she was walking down a dark lane,

around the corner lurked some beastly men.

They pounced on her and assaulted her,

just like a prey is mauled by it’s predator.

She got back on her feet as the cowards fled,

they thought the hard blow on her head had left her dead.

Little did they know that of iron this woman is made

and their cowardly attack would fail to make her spirit and her existence fade.

Some said, ”Shut your mouth and stay silent.

Forget this as an unfortunate incident.

Fighting back might put on your reputation, a dent.”

She refused to be snubbed and called the cops.

She was not ready to silently sob.

Instead she wanted to punish those by whom her dignity was robbed.

She eventually wins in putting them behind bars

Which seemed like a balm to her deepest scars.

Soon she was back to the mainstream life,

unlike most who post assault fail to strive.

There she soared high with her wings freed,

as she announced her victory over mankind’s filthy greed.

But the battle from birth did leave her exhausted,

true love and companionship was now what she wanted.

Then she meets a man and friendship grew.

In due course sparks of love flew.

The man said, “A daughter would give me as much mirth,

Shame on the world that gives them death before birth.”

With him she felt so secure and safe,

just the company for which she always craved.

On one of the dates, she held his hand tight

as she spoke of her endless fights.

She says, “My life was sans love and so was my fate.

But now things have changed that we have met.”

Tears in his eyes, he wipes her tears

Then a kiss on her forehead that made her cheer.

He says, “My dear, your story deserves to be heard and read.

The world should know of a woman so bold and brave.”

She smiles and says, “Put rhyme to my story, make a poem, my earnest request.”

Now I shall tell her, “Dear here it is...I have tried my best.”

                                                                                          ~Saurajit Sinha