Just after few days of her birth she was subjected to hatred.
No, she was not considered to be the princess rather
just because of her gender she was parted.
Masculinity never came forward that day
to rescue her from facing that distress further.
In that chilly winter night, on her way back to home,
some inebriated eyes were trying to hone
their lust, hatred,wrath or "immaturity" on her.
No, there was no one to show their masculinity.
On that time, it was her feminist self only that helped her rather.
From the very first month of her life
when her mother was her only support.
She used to play alone on the lap of her six year old sibling.
No, there was no sign masculinity that day to add up some vibe.
The day she found her friends are getting pampered for
their annual achievements in school.
She enjoyed the glee of good percentile alone
with her feminist self, there was no presence of masculinity to adore.
When all the teenager girls of her age,
frightened to see a hungry wolf out of its cage,
there was no masculinity present that day to boost up her courage.
Hot sweat, faster heartbeat and tensed situation which she handled alone
with her feminist self helped to increase her feminist rage.
Now-a-days people judge her for having stubborn behavior.
A pixie haircut lady who knows nothing but to abhor,
those masculine clan and every step a man makes.
But, you people will never understand how much it takes,
when an evil thought takes charge then a tender mind wrecks.
