Livingly dying

A girl is killed every day whether in the womb or in the ‘masculine haze.

She dies a thousand deaths when she is born, in the myriad encounter which stifles her unsung song.

Yet she dreams of going on and on since every rose comes with a thorn.

The ‘necessary evil is here to stay 
No matter whether she is born tomorrow or today

She may be expected to compromise on her integrity 
But the choice is hers whether to capitulate or retain her purity

Because at the end of the day she’s on her own.
With no father, brother or husband or boyfriend for her modesty protection

So my dear, now that you are here, don’t you fear, for life is fraught with dangers at every nook and corner

Be bold, take the challenges in your fold and absorb the men’s perverted traits with a pinch of salt!

Because if you won’t, then you will die every day till the final call which will erase you forever!