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