Femininebeauty Is Yoursafety
I am nailed on to the wall, with my hands apart,
My legs are on the on, with numbness up to the head,
The last drop of my vigour is sipped out through my wounds,
You plated a crown round my heart with abuse, hurt and dirt,
You torn away my clothes except a wrap around my hip
And my thirst is not satisfied even with a cup of sour wine.
I am in the middle of gruesome devils
Who sing the song of heinousness in dark.
Each drop of my feminine beauty blooms into tens and thousands,
Hand in hand we march forward to you as a thundering storm,
'Your birth is our blessings, our beauty is your safety.
Each hand is powerful to hold your head
And each leg can tramp you down to hell.
The cosmic strength of motherhood
Is enough to burn you into ashes! '