Meaning of being a women

This can be my personal opinion because the great men have been the first to contribute to the fight for women’s rights. They always encouraged the women to protect their dignity and their existence. In India, the woman was kept before men, but the invaders made us beast and brutal and we forgot morality and humanity. Today the meaning of being a woman has changed. Somewhere, our upbringing is responsible for our present scenario : –

The more I keep these barriers aside,
The more they overtake me.
The meaning of being a woman
Is to accept these boundaries somehow
From childhood to death
These protective cages secure us
but also have their own conditions
To follow them is a woman’s destiny.
These boundaries made us women weak and dependent!
Giving birth to the world from its womb
Nowadays in every way, is being exploited
Whether it is a mother, sister, or wife
Fly as much as you can
but at last, you will have to come inside these cages
Sita once violated the boundary
The whole history changed,
Burnt in the fire, she had to go inside the earth
It’s not easy to get out of these boundaries
The luxuries of the cages bring us back to them.
We became a part of these cages
Father, brother, husband ,son are four enclosures
We have been given these boundaries from the day we were born.
If you leave them then you will get names like Black Ship of family, Blot on society
To follow their rules is our destiny.

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  1. As you say, it is extremely difficult for a woman to find her place in this world. Society imposes many restrictions on us. Though we seek only to be the women God intended us to be, some will view us as too assertive, and some as too pliable.

    There is a prose poem from the Christian Bible about a virtuous woman. It goes like this:

    “Who can find a virtuous wife?
    For her worth is far above rubies.
    The heart of her husband safely trusts her;
    So he will have no lack of gain.
    She does him good and not evil
    All the days of her life.
    She seeks wool and flax,
    And willingly works with her hands.
    She is like the merchant ships,
    She brings her food from afar.
    She also rises while it is yet night,
    And provides food for her household,
    And a portion for her maidservants.
    She considers a field and buys it;
    From her profits she plants a vineyard.
    She girds herself with strength,
    And strengthens her arms.
    She perceives that her merchandise is good,
    And her lamp does not go out by night.
    She stretches out her hands to the distaff,
    And her hand holds the spindle.
    She extends her hand to the poor,
    Yes, she reaches out her hands to the needy.
    She is not afraid of snow for her household,
    For all her household is clothed with scarlet.
    She makes tapestry for herself;
    Her clothing is fine linen and purple.
    Her husband is known in the gates,
    When he sits among the elders of the land.
    She makes linen garments and sells them,
    And supplies sashes for the merchants.
    Strength and honor are her clothing;
    She shall rejoice in time to come.
    She opens her mouth with wisdom,
    And on her tongue is the law of kindness.
    She watches over the ways of her household,
    And does not eat the bread of idleness.
    Her children rise up and call her blessed;
    Her husband also, and he praises her:
    ‘Many daughters have done well,
    But you excel them all.’
    Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing,
    But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
    Give her of the fruit of her hands,
    And let her own works praise her in the gates.”

    May your children rise up and called you blessed. ❤

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