The Whispers

I am born with a defect, you cannot mend it.
I think in an infinite curve, you cannot straighten it.
You can take away my life, I will not defend it.
I will still have my honour, you cannot dent it.

I undergo pain, you cannot imagine it.
I suffer without a word, you cannot bear it.
You can slap me, I will not reciprocate it.
I shed a drop of tear, you cannot taste it.

I still love you, you cannot understand it.
I will take a bullet for you, you won't see it.
You can enjoy my body, I will not resist it.
I moan with pain and happiness, you cannot gauge it.

I bore a life within me, you cannot believe it.
If the life is she, you will not let it live.

You know the defect?
I am a woman, born in captivity and will die in so.


--- Dear reader, please respect the woman in your life.
Its for her you live. She gives you the happiness while
undergoing tremendous pain.
She stands in front so that you do not take a bullet. (Nandigram 2007)
She suffers agonising pain so that secrets of a Nation remains safe. (Noor Inayat Khan)

If we continue to kill female foetus and burn our wives, history will not forgive us.