Kill her once and not more, when she can't run away from her responsibilities, yet never always blow with the wind so easy.

She Died Just Once and not More.

Die once, as a brave fighter 

and live too alike a fighter

yet more times you are given 

enough and more chances 

to cowardice your conscience.

They take less mercy 

to censure your conduct

a time, code of conduct 

is the citizens responsibility 

that the society thrust upon you.

The stones they throw 

to kill you, the endless tortures

mental assaults are they ,

at times turns physical violence,

to kill the woman in you.

Who would understand the pain

you have gone through, when 

they have done those intentionally

to bury you deep down, as never 

you should sprout back.

Aren't you not, the living example 

of survival?

Aren't you not, the living example of the desire to live and let live?

Aren't you not, the perfect example of 

determination and resilience?

when your 

roots are yet deep rooted and 

the progeny watches you from far.

Yes, she is the living and ruling repertoire of a woman, who believes

the world belongs to her too 

still when vultures howl around 

to tear her flesh and mind 

but she would die just once and not more.

© Parvathy Ramachandran