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Rise and Fall

Time flies.
Once the sight of the tiny,
Enthusiastic eyes that always 
Glittered at the sight of all,
Slowly became bigger, sharper.
The scary stare of those very eyes
blowing the glee from all their faces,
Developing a dark shade of anxiousness,
The inability to think confidently.
The reluctancy to accept them
As a part of her well-wishers
Is the sudden brainchild of hers.
Then who does she believe?
Her father? No- he is a misogynist,
The person who made her life hell,
He who ruined her alcohol parties and,
Not forgetting- testing her boyfriends.
Her brother? He is cursed -
He faces abuse from her end,
Starting from social circles to home.
He got her suspended from school,
For what? Taking her notebook !!
Her uncle? Omg - he is a rapist,
She got him behind bars for touching
Her hand without permission.
Her teacher? He is ridiculous,
She broke his cellphone for deducting
Her "hard-earned" marks for errors.
Strange, isn't it? It seems so.
But who does she believe then?
Doesn't she feel empowered ?
My goodness, YES !! 
Her friends comprising three girls,
All from daddyless families,
Made her understand the power
Of "empowerment", such a power
That lends man powerless when 
She comes and accuses them.
The "empowerment" which makes
Every man an offender, a traitor,
Thief, manipulator, pedophile,
And most importantly - a Rapist.
If she is not the queen of beauty,
But they surely made her 
The undisputed Queen Of felony.
The Picasso of filing false accusations 
Went ahead in life, escalating into
High-profile personalities, 
Gaining high sympathy and eventually
Ruining some innocent promising careers.
Didn't stop there - tried her luck again,
This time The President- knowing that
Tricking him could not only set her life
But also send him out of the throne.
She gained support from opposition,
Made massive campaigns,
But seldom did she realise that 
Proofs need to be produced as well.
The cameras proved her horribly wrong 
In Court, forcing her a massive setback.
At the moment, her past victims arrived,
All of a sudden, to produce their testimony.
What happened later- you can understand.
The fine slapped on her was so harsh
That she could never stand in her feet
For a second chance in her life.
She got incarcerated and doomed.
The victim card didn't play this time.
Where are those friends of hers now?
One left the world of overdose,
Other is doing trafficking to support
Their "cause", the third one also fighting
A similar sentence as hers, 
For the very same reason.
"Pseudofeminism" didn't save her.
These women are a disgrace to society,
Owing to whom the real victims
Do not get any justice.
They destroy careers, but
Do not establish their careers as well.
Stay away from them.
Embrace equality and love.

- Sakshar Das 
29th August, 2024

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