A Real Story

It’s a real story,
Not a reel one,
About someone,
Who lives near you,
Though,
You might not know,
But you may now,
Read it yourself,
A girl who is considered about herself,
What will happen to her,
She is not able to hear,
The voices though near,
She cannot be able to bear,
What people say about her,
For her stay,
In this world,
As long as she is alive,
And full of life,
People come to kill her,
Kill her through their words,
Though she is bold,
And old enough to hold,
Her life as tightly as possible,
And make impossible possible,
She hears only of her heart,
And sets herself apart,
She is not like the rest of the herd,
She is a flightless bird,
Has wings but cannot fly,
Speaks truth and cannot lie,
Punished for all whatever she does,
But cannot share her woes,
With others as they are strangers,
Keeps herself away from gossip mongers,
Though she is a good manager,
But she cannot manage her anger,
When people comment on her,
And is not afraid of any danger,
One day changes her and her life,
She cannot become anyone’s wife,
And she is not able to speak,
Her anger is at full peak,
She doesn’t know what to do,
As people favour marriage and men,
Make fun of her,
Her feelings & emotions,
Do everything to create tensions,
In her mind,
To bind,
Her into marriage,
Which she cannot manage,
To happen in her life,
And become anyone’s wife,
Now she hate’s men,
And people around,
Who say you are of wommen community,
And you have to marry for community,
They come to chalenge her immunity,
And show fake pity,
When teased by men,
Like lions without den,
Who come to show,
And make her bow,
In front of marriage,
In the name of society,
She hates to live in that city,
City of carriage,
Where women are carried,
And only married,
As items and goods,
And eaten as foods,
Meant for loots,
Kept below boots,
Without any recognition,
No one considers their condition,
Which causes ignition,
In the hearts of many,
Who form company,
To fight for their right,
As they are right,
And take life to a new height,
And give it weight,
So that women can stand straight,
Upon their own,
Without being owned,
By anyone in the town,
Money though may be honey,
For men and women only,
Only those who desire,
Filled  with greed,
But not for those who respire,
In the name of God,
Away from breed,
Are few but true,
And live for the Lord,
And force none for anything,
Treat women too as human being,
Being in the world not only to reproduce,
She is not the only thing,
The real producer is God,
Who doesn’t make fun of,
Individual traits of things,
No matter living or non-living,
God has given all right to persist,
As they want,
Without any taunt,
If you have voice,
Voice your wisdom,
]Not your kingdom,
As wise think twice before they speak,
Not to hurt or to harm,
But to create charm,
Only fools speak and make fun to have fun,
To keep pace in the long run,
But life is not running,
It is cunning,
Enought to throw you down,
If you aren’t careful enough,
Then you are sure to drown,
And feel that it’s tough,
Life is living,
Living with good intent,
And not ment for rent,
Which anyone else can borrow,
So, don’t live with sorrow,
Be happy and live happily,
Like a blossomed lily,
This girl is still fighting for her rights,
Not caring about the plights,
She will make others follow their rights,
And make people worth wrights,
She is amongst you,
Look if you can find her,
Follow her if you like her.