Women : a crippled reality of society



Women’s life is still full of pains,
 And her freedom is plunged by chains.
 She is bound to only bear,
 No one in her life who cares.
 She never conveys her internal thoughts,
 As eve is still accused of paradise’s lost.
 She never breathes in fresh air,
As the oxygen she gets is poison.
 When she comes into wedlock,
The partner becomes her lord.
She survives under his rule
And if her husband dies,
Again she never becomes a bride.
Hindus treat her as a bad soul,
She is forced to wear only white clothes.
Storms and explosions come into her life,
Nobody listens to her inner shouts  and cries.
Islam provides her ideal standards,
 And respect and freedom too,
That can make her life easier,
But society myths can never change.
No one considers her opinions,
To them, she is an inferior soul.
She has no freedom at all ,
To Live a life full of pleasure,
Society treats her like a toy,
And considers her a puppet,
No liberty to choose the ways,
Makes her life a bed of thrones
Cause only men here deserve the crowns.

About this poem

This poem is about women their life . Moreover , it is also shares the hurdles and treatment of society towards women in world.

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Written on September 18, 2022

Submitted by sumairakausar71 on September 18, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme AABCDEBFGHIJKLMNJOPQRSLTQUVWAX
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,049
Words 215
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 30

Women : a crippled reality of society

Sumaira kausar deep life observer. She believe to rule through her own thoughts and words ; also share her views with other . She also loves to learn through experiences and real episodes of life . Also , try to show the purest side of herself to make life more tasteful. more…

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