The snow capped mountains, with glittering river along them
Beauty that we adore whenever we go in Uttarakhand,
The hill state of incredible India,
Portrayed as the chock-full of panorama.
Have anybody seen the proviso of feminine beauty in the rural?
Step farming looks cool to us but
We never notice that most of the time women will be toiling their sweat,
We enjoy the curves in roads while travelling but
We barely notice women carrying big boulders on their head,
We stop nearby a waterfall to click a snap but
We never notice a teen girl carrying a bucket to a mile,
We enjoy the shade of canopy of trees but
We never notice women carrying logs to their home.
The question is what role the masculine part plays:
They will be seen playing cards, half drunk in daytime
And worst part is at night when they beat their wives.
Most of us go there to relax but
How can anyone unwind himself in such a scenario?
There are plenty of unmet needs,
Plenty of voices to be heard.
We should not forget
Nature’s beauty means the landscape and the beings living along,
Fix the feminine jeopardy out there
And make the place the real Uttarakand.