I cried involuntarily today.
Maybe, on the behalf of the women
who I know are not gay
due to their situations or their kin.
There is certainly not much to enjoy
or to spring up in joy
because we will be back to reality tomorrow
where many women are filled with sorrow.
Women are inflicting hurt on other women.
They don’t realise that this doesn’t end the pain
but rather lead to its increase.
Rather, more men are feminists.
I doubt whether I can call this day happy
where women have to fight for equality.
Some are fighting for their dignity
and all men are mostly seen as enemies.
Some are taking undue advantage
of the womanly privilege
and creating hurdles for other women
by being unfair towards men.
Some are unable to speak
due to power and politics.
Therefore, I doubt, really,
whether this day is happy.
Irrespective of the gender,
whoever speaks for the better
is rewarded with a label
and mocked at for being a ‘rebel’.
Voices are left unheard.
People have to conduct protests.
Individuals are haunted by their traumas.
Nevertheless, it is an occasion to be celebrated.
Now, is this day even happy
as we believe that it is?
Should we be congratulated
when each of us is fuming from inside?