One day when I was young, I heard a knock at our door.It sounded familiar, like I had heard it before.I opened the door, and
Sticks and stones may break my bones,but words will never hurt me.That old saying is such nonsense. Words are things that scar me.Words are bullets
Back then a discussion arose, on when a woman needs to get married, the conclusion was; when she feels she’s ready. When is one supposed
An ideology was created in our mind “Sigh”Was is not them who came the other day to tell usWe should follow democracyThe rule of the
Forced, against her will, pregnancy was not her choice, yet she loved her babe with a heavenly force Upon giving birth, he was stolen away,
Social justice and gender equality Talk we, but allow we not As we cannot compromise with Our hegemony, Our ego and hypocrisy That men and
Stuck in the abyss of caste religion gender and creed Here we humans are with our religious pride and greed Challenging the very essence
I may be different, In the physical form. I may be never meant, And hate the storm. We may be opposite, But we’re one
A child found under his bed wet with blood he was bulged to death A little girl found in an attic with burses on her