“Do not beat me.
I am a man,” said he.
“That is the reason”, said she,
“Even if you complain, no one will believe.”
“What have I done?
What is my mistake?”
“You are a man.
You have no more to make.”
“You are a monster,” he said.
She mocked cunningly, “I will blame you instead.
How would you prove then
that you are innocent?
All know that the monsters are always men.”
“By saying that I am a man,
I inferred that I am a human
Do not whip me, woman.
Don’t make me suffer.
Don’t give me pain.
Woman, I plead you to act humane.”
He pleaded to be forgiven
but she didn’t stop to whip.
This happened so often.
Such a common occurence.
Nobody who knew had some time to give
a thought to empathize with his suffering.
One day he closed his eyes forever,
asking for help and pleading for freedom.
She told whoever
she witnessed, “he was a monster.”
Everyone rushed to sympathise her.