Is it a person or a group of people?
Or is it just another illusion as God?
Though fear is related to so many things,
Religion, caste, tradition, supernatural and mystic;
Society is one word which tops it all.
Who forms it? Who rules it?
Who makes the laws to abide by in it?
No one knows.
But behind every flutter of a short skirt,
Or every person trying to live on his own terms,
Like a gust of wind flowing by;
‘Society’ is watching.
‘Society’ is criticizing.
From the breaths of every transgender
To the kisses of every bisexual,
Everyone who is different from a man or woman,
Ignoring the ones who don’t deserve to be human;
‘Society’ is counting,
‘Society’ is abusing.
Be it the loose flesh of a heavy body,
Or the bones poking from a lean sculpture,
All who are tall or short,
All who is fair or dark;
‘Society’ is noticing,
‘Society’ is laughing.
The girl there, oh she has stopped going out with her own brother,
The man there, oh he now avoids helping even a single girl.
Because one look and somebody judged,
The girl was too young to have a boyfriend;
Because one helping approach and somebody felt,
The man was too sweet to not be a flirt.
Who is this ‘society’?
Tracking our each step,
Measuring every word we say,
Knocking us at every fault,
With an invisible comment
From an unwritten rule book.
Who is it?
If you ever stared hard at the homosexuals,
Or avoided talking to someone just by looking at them,
You are society.
If you ever thought low of someone because of his broken English,
Or of someone’s old-fashioned attire,
You are society.
You are society in every moment you feel something is not according to you,
Someone is not the way as expected by you.
Learn that you don’t decide who lives freely here,
This world is yours and so is theirs.
Stop being the society.
Stop others from being it.
And someday, everyone will be doing what they wish to.
There will be no suicides, no hatred,
No judgments, no comments,
No fear, no deliracy;