Often, you think of women as sex objects,
Disrobe them mentally while entertaining lascivious thoughts.
You believe they exist only to fulfil your bodily cravings,
Or to perform household tasks which are sheer drudgery.
You tease, torment and rape them, not caring what age they are,
But you are no match to their inner reservoirs of deep quiet strength.
You forget that many of them have made mighty kingdoms fall,
Scaled great heights in all fields of human endeavour.
You know she can open doors for herself,
Can kill cockroaches and lift gas cylinders.
She willingly takes up roles which need empathy,
Keeping your home, hearth and family working in harmony.
She does not really need tips on driving,
Nor does she need your shoulder to cry upon.
Backed by her intuitive powers and higher EQ,
She can strike a better healthy work-life balance.
If there is a promotion to be had, she can get it on merit,
She can shatter glass ceilings all by herself.
If you stare at her, she can stare right back at you,
She can refuse to be intimated, bullied or silenced.
She can teach her sons to respect women,
And her daughters to respect themselves.
She is free to wear what she wants,
Work where she wants, shop where she wants.
You may overpower her in a moment of weakness,
But that fleeting pleasure could ruin your life forever.
She does not need you to empower her,
She is quite capable of empowering herself.
ashokbhatia 