But even that day, women kept quiet, knowing that the injustice they were being forced into was taking its toll on them. For peace and for the sake of society, women remain silent. For ages, women have been oppressed like this. Women are compassionate, patient, and have the ability to sacrifice their happiness for others. The head of the family is above all else. Women are never hindered by authority. I have never seen a woman become a fighter to assert her rights. She cannot protest for the sake of her own infinite compassion. A woman is a sudden gust of wind in the scorching summer afternoon or a shady banyan tree on a scorching sun. A woman is an umbrella on her head in the pouring rain of the monsoon season or a sunny afternoon with a smile after the rain. Women are the autumn morning dewdrops… or
the messy path of dewdrops falling on the green grass.
Women are the pearl garlands arranged on the grass tips of the autumn morning,
or the golden fields of autumn crops on the horizon
Drops of dew intoxicated by the embrace of rice leaves.
Women are sometimes the foggy morning of winter,
or the fresh green vegetable fields
Sometimes women are a fire in the bitter cold.
The melodious sound of the spring cuckoo
Women are adorned with the beauty of Shimul, Palash, and rows of Ashoka trees.
All these things are temporary, everything falls away,
erodes, flies away, disappears into dust,
merges into the ground, melts into the air,
yet women stand strong
shining in their own glory with their superiority.
Even if broken, women are not to be shaken
A woman with the patience of her compassion and love
lifts all the curses on her head
and stands tall as if touching the sky.
Men should understand if they understand, listen if they listen
Call if they call, know if they know, don't know if they don't
This is the failure of men for not understanding women.