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Jan 2015
(I)

She had a dream to fly,
Fly to high!
Her teacher said that
‘Education is power and
Power can help in turn up the dream’!

So, she pursues it by spirit and mind!

All of a sudden everything change,
River spark up and everything trash out!
She is became alone
others are move away with water!

They bring her to their steeple
Now she rinse their cloths and utensil !  
In secrete read the paper, what they discarded
But don’t add power
Only buried her dream under the dry soil
Soggy with her tears!

(II)

I want to grow
But they put me inside!

I want to play
But they tied me with armlet!

I want to dance
But they fixed me with norms!

I want run behind the butterfly
But they keep on plagiarize!

I want to count the star in the sky
But they make me sightless!  

I want to make mosaic of dream on my slate
But they covert me to a string-puppet!

Now they want to put me in showcase
To auction me!

But, I have taken a vow,
‘I will break this showcase and
Built my own way to grow’!

  

(III)

At that time I was in my mother’s cradle!
My mother was flying away from the village
Keep me in under her shawl!
She was running through the forest
Climb over the hill
Cross the wet land.....
Want go far away from our village..

They are supposed to come on that night
And **** her!
Because   they liable her as witch!

My mother flies away from the village and
settled in rugged land in the mix of stranger!

Now I am twenty two,
Nobody wants to marry me  
Since, I was bringing up in a witch womb!  □□
January 24 is celebrated as the National Girl Child Day in our country. But it is the harsh reality! How all of we will make are hand together to transfer our daughter’s dream to reality.
Jayanta
Written by
Jayanta  Guwahati,India
(Guwahati,India)   
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