Ms. Typewriter

Her fate was twisted, Like those thread to form a rope, She looked deep into her palms, To find him in between those lines, The lines had a story to say, Her heart would be broken in a big way, For her,love was an emotion, It was deep like that ocean, But, this world wasn't soft, Her innocence was frowned aloft, She was used, like a ragged cloth, She had none back and froth, It took her long to learn the lesson, Why was her fate a big question? Maybe she didn't belong to this world! Where lust and modesty was sold!

Why aren't boys given the right to cry? Why aren't girls given the right to fly? Why a working man is epitome of success? Why a career oriented women is society's stress? Why are traditions only for ladies? Why are ceremonies only for gents? Why cooking is a mother's duty? Why earning is a father's responsibility? Why a single mother is frail in the society? Why a single father is supreme in the community? Why are wives silenced for raising their voice against oppression? Why are husbands judged for showing affection? Why are sons raised to be head of the family? Why  are daughter's raised as reason for every calamity? Why are all these gender rules so powerful? Why isn't the world so colourful and wonderful?