Being A Girl…

The poem is dedicated to all girls and women around the world who are pressurized due to the various evils in our society to give up their dreams and wishes and yet they live with a happy smile and march on with courage and dignity.


“Feminism is not about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It is about changing the way the world perceives that strength.” ~ G.D. Anderson

She looked up wistfully at the pearly moon,

Wondering whether her life choices are a bane or a hidden boon.

Comparing in her mind the beauty of the moon and its dark shades,

To the charm of life and the many evils that she has faced.

The struggles, the conflicts in search of her identity,

The fights, the reunions solved with sanity.

Her hard work, her goals and failures that she met,

Moments that made her feel proud of herself.

The many roles that she played beautifully,

The dark alleys, crossroads and threats that she faced bravely.

Jeering of roadside loafers that made her feel uncomfortable,

Quickening of her pace to protect herself from being vulnerable.

Colleagues looking up to her at work for her ethics with admiration,

The unfriendly stares of unknown men peering into her soul as if in damnation.

Making herself and her parents proud with her achievements,

But walking the streets with a fear embedded in her heart,

To be aware of people with bad intentions.

Raising her voice in this two faced society which endorses modernisation,

Where her cry is muffled in the name of a girl’s limitation.

Questions often raised on her morals and upbringing,

Based on actions that were never her doing.

The society condemning and casting her away,

For trying to achieve her goals, her dreams in her own way.

Labelling her happiness on her relationship status,

Preventing her to reach for that inner peace of which she is desirous.

Despite these many hindrances and objections,

She marches on with no fear of perfections.

Keeping close the one’s she loves the most,

Aiming for goals with no fear of rejection.

Raising her head up high each day keeping her fear aside,

Looking up to the moon which is as beautiful as her,

But has its own dark side.