It’s Woman’s Day you say?
But I have utensils to wash and stack away.
Work to do,
No time to feel the dew.
What am I supposed to celebrate?
I am not going on a date!
I am told, Woman’s Day is to rejoice
But, poor deprived little girls have no toys,
Tender soft childish palms
Are not playing, they are asking for alms.
Every year this day comes and goes.
Nothing changes. There are friends and there are foes.
Women succeed where men fail.
Like always, the woman’s ship has set sail.
Yet, the woman today is tired proving she is good enough.
Oh! To forsake her femininity to show that she is tough.
At what cost must she do this compromise?
Just to feel contented and appear wise?
This day, for me is going to be the same.
In fact, I shall only hang my head in shame.
As I watch my countrymen trying hard to deprive
Today’s woman as she works hard to strive.
Let’s throw those rotten apples away
Before they spoil the others and a happy day.
Let’s not bow down before fear.
Let’s celebrate womanhood with our near and dear.
A toast to all women on Woman’s Day.
Nothing is impossible today.
At the fag end of every day
I shall still wash the dishes and say,
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!
