I speak from my grave…

I will speak again and again till I am satisfied,
My voice is still shivering but will never be nullified,
I am dead in your minds but my soul still survives,
I wished to live even after you molested me;
I still wanted to be alive,
I wish I could be ‘A Mother’ of ‘A Lovely Daughter’,
And could let her hang around even after suffering such slaughter,
She would have been as free as a butterfly,
I would have lived my life through her lovely smile,
I would have never enclosed her in a princely jail,
Nor would have I ever imposed over her body a ‘dress code’ to sail,
I would have taught her rather to shout aloud,
To be intolerant no matter who would call her uncouth,
I am no more a lively ‘Indian Daughter’ but you are,
Don’t let your sister, your daughter to suffer,
My life’s tragedy should not be a grief for others,
Celebrate womanhood no matter what occurs,
Be the girl, who fights back,
Learn to kick at the right place, right time and don’t lag,
Don’t desire for a support you are not handicapped,
Just be the girl you are, the one who can never be trapped…….