Not Your Toy Girl

She was marked here, she was marked everywhere , I asked "hey I found something down your sleeve "remove it...I want to see .

Why your eyes are blackened off , Did you steal up your night dreams? Watery eyes make me feel weak .Could you explain..why everytime you are with same bleed."she said with a broken voice, I am a blacked marked person tortured every time in every place .

You call me she and I am a new version of being cleaned . I am an adult not because age marked me free but because he made me mature at the age of three -Anjali Singh

This poem is written not because the writer is a girl or some kind of feminist supporter but just a reality show caser. We believe everyone of us have some responsibility to fulfil on for the one who deserves it and there is no better replacement than our women,mother and our sister .

Sadly our few mates have different kind of thinking about who deserves what and at last they end up with setting up some examples of there vulnerable activities. Cases like nirbhaya,damini is sadly are the few examples of one of those kind which our women is facing in our society. Our father don't allow us to knock our door at night because he think that his daughter is not safe . There are animals who are standing to caught them up ,there are some dogs and bitches who are ready to bark on them. Our mother will not stop calling until her daughter is not at home by the time they share the same meal .We think your girl is at sadar side when you start teaching your boy how to behave with every girl he seaks to try . A large cases of rape still goes unreported because we think it is ashame to report .Rape is the fourth most common crime against women.

Stop it right now . Feel free to report such cases when it comes to your girl or someone 's else because in reality we are doing nothing but our small step can make some difference about what they have gone from.

Silence ....silence every where
Where to hide and where to cover
Where is the door and where is the
Mirror
Who is the victim and who is my lover
The boy to my next door or my uncle
Near my row
Whom to share and whom to disclose
Why to fear when everyone needs to
Know.