Haiwaan!

Haiwaan!





Maa, bheian, Mehbooba
fike toh unko bhi hoti hai na
unn haiwaan sey,


Bacchati bhi khud hai
unn haiwaano sey
khud ko,


Pr bhul kyu jaatey hai
ek haiwaan toh unkey
ghr main bhi pl rha hai...


When I wrote this poem, I got a call from a friend and he was appreciating for this and he asked a question is poem deal with every boys? And my answer was yest!, no matter even I consider myself too.


He asked,” Why” and from where my answer began,
From the beginning we heard the word RAPE!, But ever anyone told us What is it,really?, from my side we “NO”, your parents never use those type of word in front of you, even its happens very few times that they will suggest that act in indirect words. But this is where we make a wrong decision.
So the thing is, where “Haiwaan” (Monster) refers to a boy means us, no matter it includes me because no body tells a boy what is Rape!, because telling a boy to respect a women, girl etc., but trust me it truly a different thing to respect a girl, and not to see a girl from the eyes of LUST!...


I seen lot of time, A boy respects a girl in front of her but I also seen the same boy who passes comment who passes in back of her. But not in all cases talking about my best friend Yash, I can consider a perfect person of a boy who just don't only express but also feels how and why respect Girl.
But still he consider as Haiwaan, because no body knows any future. No matter how a good or bad a person is.

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