We worship woman in various forms,
From her seek strength so life transforms;
We call our country our mother land,
On our forehead we wear her sand.
Without mother we couldn’t have born,
As a source of strength her we adorn,
When in the womb her we have torn,
When she dies we grievously mourn.
As our sister she ties knots to protect
From worries and vexations in all respect
When we grow up she is better half
She strives to keep up our life’s graph
When she tries to come as our daughter
Why her in the womb itself we slaughter
Or when born, why throw away as lump
And make her a part of wasteful dump
Why have we forgotten our culture
Why have we taken role of butcher
Why are we blocking our own future
Else humans will be in Jurassic Park tour
My countrymen, awake, arise and act,
Learn at the earliest girl child to respect
Come to your senses, don’t annihilate the race
Else like Yaduvanshi’s you will have no trace
C. P. Sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-countrymen-awake-arise-and-act/
