They call it the weak gender
Expecting it be slender
Never knowing the wonder
Woman, graceful and tender
A rule book lay untold
To break free for the bold
To shatter away the mould
of eyes and mind bought and sold
A beautiful mind forsaken
To comply with the world view of beauty
Innumerable ones taken
Oh! What a pity
Social pressures pile on
To be a part of crowd long gone
Could you hear a faint moan
Of all those hearts who stand torn
Roles set from infancy
errors deserve no clemency
would you rather not come and see
A heart of gold, depth of sea
Restrictions galore
Woman you create a furore
crowds go into an uproar
when your steps are short of the door
Dreams bend and desires lend
left with nothing to fend
you cannot now lament
woman!! you are God sent
A battle of sort ensues
family to amuse
work and life and its hues
never let you feel the blues
A stage in life for love and pain
never all to be a gain
rolls along with a smile to feign
wonder if mercies will rain
And yet in all this unspoken rules
to bend and break to the wishes of fools
an array of life, multitude of roles
to wait upon when duty calls
A song, a poem i render
while I am in the cusp of life's winter
To go back and do over my time again
A plea, a desire to my sender .