Little do we know about the blood that flows,

Less is the knowledge and least is the interest to know
Like a herd of sheep you followed them in those days
Even now you are forcing this generation to do the same
You want them to have no discussion,
Asking them to live with it and offer no solution.

You have put the bird in a cage,
Clipping her wings through all those days,
Torturing her mentally but still,
Justifying your ways

You are playing the role of God
Making rules and decisions on His behalf
Who gave you this authority
Or are you using it as an opportunity?
Month after month you shake her self-respect,
You make her your slave who follows your ways
Crying, sobbing, at times agitated
Without any fault of hers
She ends up blaming herself to be born as a girl.

Every time she has to go through this – why?
Everything you need to dictate – why?
You lived your life your way
Maybe you couldn’t make a choice back then
But at least let her live life her way
Let her through this, have her own say.
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Poet: Pooja Pandey.

Pooja is an advertising professional, a traveler at heart who wants to explore the world. When not working she pursues and conducts Arts and Craft workshop for kids.

Editor: Divya Rosaline

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