fledgling

Death. When fire is silenced to smoke. When raging storms is reduced to a breeze. When gushing waters hush to a trickle. When lips hold secrets, Time is cut off, And words are trapped forever. When the soul yearns to flourish, Yet crushed too soon. When the heart longs to throb Just once, Yet suppressed too soon. When beauty unfolds in one's eyes And withers in moments. When dreams, created with zeal Crumble in your eyes. When fruiful joy in warmth Shrivels in icy hatred. When the last shred of hope Weakens and tears apart. When the infant, in lost search Loses grasp of its motherly bond. The premature lily, softly folded in silence Wrinkled in fear and refusal Forever hidden in oblivion A moist clump of earth, Now a lifeless carcass. Death, Is a beautiful rest. The drowsy eyelids Snap shut, One last time. The fiery heat of the flames, Thawing and embracing Icy twilight. When the hands of the clock Melt and creep closer To the

What have we done? We call our dear country 'Bharat Mata', but what do we do to her own daughters? We all proudly boast of the footsteps India has taken towards the future, but have we forgotten our daughters? Is this country only for men? When it comes to our daughters, it has more or less remained all the same. Women are still looked upon as mere flesh-and-blood multiplier machines without a heart or soul of their own. They are the toys men crave, and like every toy, used and thrown. They are the toys they vent their desires in, shamelessly without the humanity of the human race. The women of our country are still forced to hide beneath a veil of fear and still hide behind their fathers and brothers.  So, what is it that you are trying to say? That this country is meant only for men? Despite several leaders of the past tying the broken shards of our nation together, we still haven't recognized our women. A girl is born. You feed her with fear and shame and t