As she works through day and night,

She finds no one to give her love.

She lives her life in the bonds of marriage,

With no peace of heart, like a caged dove.

Her children are her will to live,

Without whom she would be dead.

Living her life in the shackles of bondage,

Not with affection,but her husband’s dread.



Is this the life she was born to have?

To be ploughed like a lowly cow,

She keeps on serving as she cries

To her honor and glory, I take a bow

The time has come to end these deeds

To let her live as she wants and needs

To pull these society’s parasitic weeds

To make a world where the world heeds.

by Abdul Qadeer