Pity we have, pity we feel,
At her tale of woe,
We bemoan and get benumbed
As if a tragic number flows.
Few would blame her,
Few would blame her fate,
Alas, the society, hardly changes,
Even being blamed for its state.
Centuries have passed,
When ‘ Hardy’ wrote ‘Tess’
Yet is not the society changed
And women’s life a mess.
Molested, hurt and pained,
Seduced and betrayed,
Sold as a commodity,
And newly-borns are slayed…
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