Indian women
Indian women, they hold their place,
Laws have been made to ensure their grace.
Yet oppression still does reign,
An irony that causes pain.
Education they receive,
And in their careers they achieve.
But at home, their rights are less,
A misfortune, a duress.
In politics, they play their part,
Serving the nation with all their heart.
But respect in society, they lack,
A sadness that leaves them slack.
In sports, they win medals bright,
Bringing glory with all their might.
But praise like male players, they do not get,
A tragedy that leaves them upset
In art and literature, they inspire,
Their contributions set hearts on fire.
But fame like male artists, they do not see,
An imperfection that's free.
As mothers, they nurture their children dear,
With love and care, they persevere.
But help in household chores, they do not find,
An injustice that leaves them blind.
As wives, they support their husbands true,
Standing by them through thick and thin.
But domestic violence, they may face,
A painful scar, a bitter chase.
As daughters, they care for their parents dear,
With love and devotion, they shed no tear.
But equal respect from them, they do not see,
A dishonesty, a decree.
"Saroj"