I am like the dirt in your dustbin that you
Pay someone to take along with them.
You could have failed to realize my worth,
But that man who buys me from you, surely does.
He puts me to his use, I feed his family, I do everything for him,
But now when he labels me as worthless, he throws me away too.
You always keep the lid of your dustbin closed to conceal the garbage you have,
But do you acknowledge that what is garbage now was once something very important to you?
That you don’t use anymore, or you used it to an extent that now it doesn’t have any value?
That you are a just selfish human who doesn’t care about anyone’s sentiments?
And you are reminded of me only till I am useful to you?
And above all this, that you are ashamed of me?
He surely doesn’t value my opinions,
My opinions are like the sound of your beating heart.
You never notice it, until they beat hard enough.
And deep within you always know, that the beat is crucial,
But of course you don’t pay attention till it beat so fast
And loud that it gives you an attack.
Yes, I’ve been treated like this all my life,
Been directed to sport a Burka which is a lid to that dustbin,
Been sold to a man like a material with transaction named as Dowry,
Used by that man according to his wishes and commands,
And then one word, uttered thrice, and I’m left homeless,
My children are snatched away, and I’m left to suffer.
But, this won’t happen anymore, the heart which has been silently beating until now,
Will raise and be loud like thunder, and you will have to listen.
I will be given basic human rights, to wear what I desire,
Will have enough dignity and respect that I am not sold like a material,
Will have enough rights that the man just cannot utter those three words,
And walk out of my life, in the middle of no where.
The Journey hasn’t been a pleasurable one,
It has been difficult, but now that I have the support
Of my fellow citizens, and the government, I can feel the immense sweetness,
Of the fruit of this Journey.
Now that the Triple Talaq Bill is Passed in the Lok Sabha, it gives me hopes,
To dream and aspire, and to do what I desire, without anyone’s consent.
More about the Bill passed.