It's not the truth that hurts the most
It's the reality that no man in this wrecked country stands brave enough to admit.
There are some
but far too few.

No police, no government
Yet they call this a democratic country,
A place where laws stand firm.
But where is that justice?
Is it real, or just a myth
Like the so-called independence we claim to have?

I wished you a happy Independence Day

But only to the half that truly has it.
Happy Independence Day... to men.

But what about the other half?
What about the women of this country
The very country that worships goddesses?

A land that fears the wrath of Kali,
That bows before the strength of Durga,
That treasures the love of Parvati
Yet silences the voices of its women.

It's not just the truth for women
It's their harsh, relentless reality.
Not just in this country,
But in the world.

Ungrateful men
Those who reduce women to slurs,
Who call them *******, *****, ******, or egg factories.
This is what men have become.
Not all,  but enough...
Enough for it to feel like all to the women who live in fear.

Men say it's hard for them and yes, it is.
But have they seen what it’s like to be a woman?
To be a girl or even a baby in this world?

What will happen to this country?
What will happen to this society?
What will happen to this world?

What about the men who make jokes?
What about the older women who whisper
"Why did she go out so late?"
What about the mothers teaching their daughters
"Don't wear that  people will stare."

Why aren't they brave enough to tell their sons to change?
To tell society to change?

The hurt in my heart is overwhelming
The humiliation this country should feel
But doesn’t.

Why don't we feel safe in our country, in our state , in the very cities we were born in
How are we supposed to feel safe when we don't even feel safe in the houses we live in.

No man, no brother, no father, no son,
No police officer, no politician
No one has done enough to change this reality.

And that is what hurts the most.