For what… a woman gets trained
For everything, to be a perfect
Daughter, sister, mother and wife
Why the system systematically call the
From a woman
Not from a man
Is he not supposed to get trained?
Train of thoughts
Swirling leading to parabola of existence
We train and re-train
To the maiden house rules
To husband house rules..
If there are no rules..
Society trained minds say
How to do a particular task
Done from ages
By the same mothers, sisters and daughters and wives
Redundancy of tasks
In the name of management
A man manages,
Is it that’s why it’s called management?
But never tires from training a woman
He feels proud in training a woman
According to his wishes and conveniences
“You should take care of your husband”
Says a motherly trained woman
Expecting same from everyone
Feeling proud of her training
Her pedigree of being a woman
I feel everything like horse’s stallion
See the pedigree
Her winning record, her performance
Power of her legs and shape of her body
Is that all that is there to look?
Still he manages.
Programs suddenly change
Woman afraid of change
But trained to change every minute and every moment
Barring all the hoods
Still woman gets training to be a woman
Womb to tomb
After all… the mother is also woman
Who is supposed to feel proud !
Of her pedigree
Of her progeny
Says a famous politician
Our woman never cries in public
Train her and re-train her
Till she stops thinking of her own
Feels guilty of her own identity
Then only her training as a woman completes
When she takes her last breath
Wishing to be changed as her own
Scared and never dared
To voice out the change she wants
But still he manages
To get his own way
Feeling proud of his training capabilities
In making a woman to moron
Wish woman can manage
Not to give birth to managed man
And damaging this world
Which is stopping emotional clocks
Of so many woman like her.