Pay Back

All the wounds can’t be healed

All her scratches can’t be filled

All the pains can’t be washed

All her stories can’t be quashed

All the scars can’t be painted

All her memories can’t be faded

But she endured, all the attack

Now was her time, to pay it back.


Unchaining Herself

Within the walls, her world was confined

To serve others, her role was defined

To cook, to wash, to clean, to sweep

 Finding corner, solitarily she would weep

Used, abused, beaten, slapped

Body, soul, shadow trapped

Her ritual of the day, whatever men would say

No one bothered, she died everyday.

When did she break, out of her den

When did she learn, to stand beside the men

How did she know, to gain control over her tears

Was it all of a sudden, or a pain of thousand years

Now she has become, what she had never been

She talks like the king, she walks like the queen

She speaks, she thinks, she craves, she aspires

She dreams, she loves, she works, she desires

But there are thorns, and wolves on the street

There are frightening eyes, not easy to defeat

Will she fall back, will her courage die?

But she has got her wings, she is ready to fly.

She was Sold

No one asked, no one cared, what dreams she carried

A family came to see her; it was her age to be married

She was adorned with silk and loaded with gold

The strangers liked her skin, and her body was sold

Now she would serve her man, but her soul would rust

Her emotions would wither, to sand and to dust

Her childhood would miss, her heart would seek

The boy who stole her lunch, the hands which pulled her cheek

How they would run to the hills, to swing under the tree

They would gaze the sunset, the clouds, still carefree

They would join their hands, and swing up in the sky

The wind would talk of their love, the birds wouldn’t deny

But their love was killed, and wind could feel the despair

Two other kids were swinging now; love was back in the air.


Born equal

Never treated the same

Even he did the fault

She was to blame

She wanted to fly

Society called her a shame

With a soul full of fire

Now lost her flame.

But she returned like a shark

Like a fire from the spark

She fought like the bold

World needed to be told

Neither her wish to rule the world

Nor like goddess to be prayed,

Treat her like a human

Not an object to be played.

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