In the Diaspora of the world
There are voices that are unheard
The most acute being of a girl-child
Waiting for her turn to turn wild
But before she steps into this place
Someone is already erasing her space
She urges to her mother and to her father
Let me enter into this world, not the other
Let me also hear the chirping of the bird
Let me also cherish the beauty of the earth
Let me also measure the height of mountain
Let me also walk through the rough terrain
Let me also gorge the depth of the valley
Let me also experience who is foe and who is ally
Is there no one who would come to my rescue?
To let me see the nature’s colour and hue
Can I see how the flower blooms and how the sun sets?
While witnessing my imposed death, is there no eye that wets
Why is there such an indifference towards the little one
After all even I would have gone to become someone
Someone who would scale newer heights
Someone who would take you out of your plights
Will there be any voice that will support my voice
Or will there be no other choice
The womb that was my door to life
Will now be the burial of my life
And still there is no one who’s ready to fight
To transform all the dark into bright
Do not put a halt on my exaltation
For if I don’t come, there will be no generation
I am the torch-bearer of a man’s life
Be it any relation-a mother, a daughter or a wife
So either you change or I perish
And ultimately the mankinds vanish.
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