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Woman, you have acquired a mind
Of your own,
Spelling disaster for a civilized
You think, you read, you argue, you contest,
Contravening the noble principles
You make your own decisions, even
Go to work.
You think you too have a right to earnings,
Property, career advancement.
You have taken to asserting
You too may dictate decisions to men,
Both in the homes and in offices.
The Constitution has gone to your head,
As if laws, rights, prerogatives
Were truly meant to be equal,
When all good books prescribe
That you bear babies, clean and cook
For man, your lord and master.
Flying fighter jets, climbing mountains,
Winning medals in sports arenas
In skimpy costumes,
You have lost the way
Set out for you by Mullahs and Pandits, Priests and Guardians,
Endangering the equipoise
Of the cosmic order.
Your articulations often leave men,
The natural overlords of life,
Searching for answers that they
Do not find.
Thus it is that men have no choice
But to catch you where you
Are the weakest—your bodies.
Men have no pleasure in rape;
It is the only instrument left
To them to put you in your
Ordained place, a necessary task
And course of correction justly endorsed
By men even in homes,
And law-enforcement agencies,
Not to speak of the high-priests
If only you understood this salutary
Package of analysis and instruction,
There would be no rape.
You would once again acquire your
Due place as Devis and Goddesses,
Worshipped by men,
Ceasing to be mere vulnerable
Creatures of flesh and blood,
Open to assault, calumny, dismemberment,
And ncineration, ending up dead.