In a world where shadows play,
A girl once wrote, with much to say,
She exposed the games that some girls play,
Saying they toy with good boys every day.
"Attention they crave from those who are kind,
But to bad boys, their hearts align."
Hearing this, the good boys thought,
"Why be good if we're never sought?"
But the Devil, angered by their plight,
Wrote, "To lose your goodness is not right.
A man who turns bad for a girl's embrace,
Is a slave, lost in a hopeless race."
In tales of old, it’s always told,
Boys approach, with hearts so bold.
Once Shurpanakha dared to defy,
She approached Sri Ram, caught his eye.
But her courage led to a price so dear,
Her nose was cut, and girls learned fear.
From that day forth, girls stood shy,
Boys were free to reach the sky.
Girls were taught to guard their grace,
To lower their eyes, avoid the chase.
But times have changed, freedom's here,
Yet girls still hold that ancient fear.
Belief has turned this norm so deep,
That boys must chase, while girls retreat.
This belief, it shapes the mind,
Of boys who think girls are hard to find.
"If we don’t approach, they won’t come near,"
So they bow their heads and push through fear.
This mindset turns girls into gods,
Untouchable, beyond all odds.
But listen closely, open your eyes,
They're just like you, beneath the lies.
She's not a goddess, not divine,
Just a soul, with fears like mine.
Her beauty's a veil that blinds your sight,
But she’s made of earth, just like you, all right.
So break the chains, free your mind,
Don't let false gods keep you confined.
For in the end, we're all the same,
In this dance of love, in this endless game.
- (felling is personal but sentence is correct by AI in a rhyming way)
