The Curse of a Girl Child..

The Curse of a Girl Child..
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sitting in a train
two girl performers
one hides her face
the other looks
me in the eye
as life’s train on a track
passes us by
a dickhead Indian
thinking i am a foreigner
tells me i must not shoot the
poverty of India
i almost die
show him my press card
tell him the poverty
is not in a girl child
but in a politicians eye
today on the
birthday of Nehru
childrens day
loves labour lost
time went by
the girl child an evil
in the womb she must die
a crystallized tear
a voiceless cry..
from the cradle to her grave
a commodity sell resell or buy..
this truth often sounds like a lie
if you were born a girl child
in India
you would not ask me why.
a girl child born as a muslim
her first clothes a hijab
like a shroud tightened
so she in her accursed fate
of womanhood does not fly
triple talaq
other man made goodies
will come bye and bye.
the mullah overhearing my
Words on the sly
he who gives shelter
with fatwa telling lies
muslim women its time to
arise …break the choker
modesty is what you prize
give the male dominated muslim
society a surprise
remove male hijabs
their two timing
hypocritical disguise
education self dependence
will make things alright
hijab is a covering
within which
truth lies
eternally living
never ever dies

beauty lies in the eyes
of the beholder

who is born blind
an inner sight
gift of an
unconscious mind
a naked woman
(a metaphor)
fully clothed he sees
untarnished
unmaligned


the fault lies in man and not in the hijab.. he undresses womankind such is his nature of his masculine eyes and this is an after thought…