Since her birth, society teaches a girl several lessons,
Each time reminding her to take steps with full caution.
She is dressed in pink and is given dolls and kitchen sets
Making her realize that these things will open her future gate.
She is not taught to be strong, brave, and valiant
Rather is taught to be submissive, fragile, and docile.
She is not allowed to shout
And is scolded when she puts her opinions clear and loud.
A girl is judged at each stage of her life
And among these narrow-minded people, she finds her life journey full of strife.
She is kept as a caged bird
Who has got wings but is restrained to fly.
The vast sky full of opportunities seems to be not meant for her
And for her fierce and ambitious mind, no amount of condolence can act as cure.
She is not meant to always act docile
And be treated by their husbands in a manner servile.
She can earn money and lead a happy life.
She is a fighter born to fight
To stand firmly for her rights.
No one can bind her within the four walls of their fragile home.
Like one day she will break through every obstacle and stronger she will come.
She is not just meant for rearing children and doing household chores.
She can change the world using her vast knowledge and resource.
Like a swarm of cicadas, gathered around gaslight, higher cosmic wisdom embraces the castaways the unsaid word heals the souls scarred by an illusory world of sounds in solitude the irrefutable truth dawns over the blessed hearts. Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes