The Gallows

In the surrounding, resounding cacophony

Her lone, dissenting voice was unceremoniously drowned out.

No one wondered, no one cared

Whether she had an opinion to air.

Discussions were taking place

Left, right and centre

Yet, no word of consolation

To her did they deign to render.

She waited with bated breath

For someone to atleast take a break

So she could maybe get a word in

And tear through the deafening din.

She implored with her big eyes

Holding back the gushing tears

She begged with folded hands

While struggling to still stand.

With a flourish and a stroke

They penned down their decision

Her acceptance was deemed to be

A foregone conclusion.

It was her life!

Her life!

That was on the agenda

And she had no say

Because of her gender.

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The Conquest

They tell me I can conquer the world,

Fulfil my dreams,

And satisfy all of my desires.

They tell me I can conquer the world,

Just so long as my I don’t step out of the house after 6 pm,

Wear clothes that cover me from top to toe and can in no way entice a man with even a hint of suggestion.

They tell me I can conquer the world,

Right after I’ve done my duty to my parents by getting married by 25,

And have done right by my husband by having kids when he wanted and raised them by staying back at home.

They tell me I can conquer the world,

Provided that my work doesn’t threaten my bosses, overtake my peers, or make me earn more than my partner.

They tell me I can conquer the world,

Then they clip my wings before I leave my nest, chop my legs below my knees, knock the wind out of my lungs and mount me on a wall like a hunted down quarry.


They tell me I can conquer the world.

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