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SHE


She possesses the powers of running a universe,
But the universe has kept her averse.
She’s a daughter, a sister and a wife.
Who has the right to live a dignified life.
Never commodify her as a coy, don’t believe her to be a toy,
Who could be entertained by an evil boy.
She has her own wishes, aspirations and dreams,
Don’t let them get converted into scowling screams.
By suppressing a woman’s strength you never become a master,
But fall in the eyes of that omnipresent master.
Give respect to a woman and He will respect you,
Support her prowess and He will support you.
She’ll transform into a mother and bring up boys like you,
Who will not be evil, dishonest but be innocuous and true.
Don’t be draconian devils,
Don’t be the evils,
Don’t have the patriarchal mentality,
Instead give your women the vitality.
Shame India, shame on you!
You can’t protect your daughter,
From a lustful male’s slaughter.
You ought to give her wings to fly and reach to that vast sky.
Let her dream big and never let the dream get crumbled.
Remove all the barricades that give her the trouble.
Make the world a better place,
By giving women their rightful place.

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