And again they gave her tears….
Why she is forced to wear…
That red-blood tear…
Her voice no-one can hear…
What is her mistake…
That her life is on stake…
They killed her soul…
Her life becomes a hollow hole…
She was knitting a beautiful life…
Those animals came and slashed
her with a scythe…
They all are insane…
With their act, even I do feel shame…
They worship her in temple…
But outside they are the inhuman sample…
She was walking with pride…
Who they are to block her side…
Who gave them the right…
To spoil her life…
To demolish her courage…
No-one is there for her to encourage…
She was happy and flying high…
Those animals cut her feathers…
And now she is down lying…
All around her is dark…
And we light it up with a candle-march????
What then????
Those demons will pop up again…
To take back her feathers…
Her voice, they just shatter…
Is she born to face this worst…????
Now what can be done….
Lock her in her own home…???
NO…….!!!
Just let her fly....Which she is unable to try…
अपनी खुद्की दुनिया में वो ऐसा क्यों कहती है,
माँ मुझे डर लगता है.
Hang those devils to death…
So that we can walk with pride and up head…
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