Reflections On International Women's Day

A day set aside
A day celebrated with pride
To praise and eulogize
Even as wombs spill blood
Of unborn girl- child
As silent suffering suffocates
those that stay alive.
Curbs and restrictions
dogging each step
fingers pointed, voices raised
in admonition;
till tortures turn stale
to become her tale.
Dreams nipped in the bud
dreams unuttered
hearts drowned in blood
shackled and fettered
Every day, Every hour, Every turn
a matter of concern.
Yet WOMANHOOD unfurls
evolving with each twirl.