Woman, An Ageless Wound Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

A woman still today suffers much
She to many males is mere a muse
Pretty soon, she is badly abandoned
Threatened to throats, silenced
Despite her submission, she bears pain
Chopped off chest, and the injured arteries
Aches of the eras chase them
Theories thrill her head
But her heart remains exploited
The religious roads too offer nothing
Religious followers fossil her
Her language is murdered
Her voice is wounded
The troubled she is an alive tragedy
Known to every notion, she is numbed
Her heritage is endangered
Her painting is still parched
Woman today is in ICU today
Poetry of life painfully pleases her
Ah, her civilization unveils the ancient art.