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| Freedom she seeks...freedom she deserves |
As I see her standing on the staircase,
I wonder which tune in her heart she plays!
I want to go ahead and give her the love she deserves,
And show her my feelings are not reserved.
I am afraid to hug her, I am helpless I can’t,
My emotions are bound by foolish social chant.
She has the most beautiful eyes on earth,
She is my girl, my daughter by birth.
They demanded a son, but she came,
Cursed from the birth, now she is a pretty dame.
When their ‘Sun’ finally rose, she nurtured him like mother.
Her baby eyes lit with love, when I murmured, “He is your brother”.
Still they complain, still they deny;
To give her the rights, and question why.
But now I care for none today,
Things will change for good, and stay.
I promise to love her more than myself,
Love her the most till my last breath,
And give her all the love I preserved,
For she is the one who truly deserve.
MCN: CUNWM-EBYB2-E2L27

so true and beautiful..
ReplyDeleteThanks Rashmi :)
ReplyDelete"When their ‘Sun’ finally rose" ... hmmm after reading this one, I can feel a little fight in you ... the fight for emancipation.
ReplyDeleteThanks Peeyush, I will take that as a compliment... also, i feel everyone has a little fight inside him or her for emancipation... but here its totally a hypothetical situation.
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