I am a soul,not a product I am a dream,not a vision I am a start,not an abort Whether you understand it or not
She stepped out to change consequences But instead,they changed and ripped her apart How optimistic was she, Being the one with a new hope Struggling hard to find the unnamed answers Still she bore a smile But each day she died a while, Far more than a horrible death
Questioning destiny she still had faith A faith;that questioned the darkened sight of the human heart Now the question arises, Was it her mistake or the hunger of the rapists ? Thousand similar stories are lying there Unmentioned and no one to bother Was it not a social issue? Was it not a rotten side of a disheartened person?
Sometimes it feels being a girl is a challenge Fighting,facing tortures,balancing and finally protecting Yet gaining confidence at each step of life You can't predict whats' life up to And no one will step forward to help you Many people will come,and many people will go Leaving behind a scar in your heart But the power,the strength lies with you Cause you have the utmost power to live your life Cause you have the power to be fearless.
A burning social issue,harassment or molesting is increasing in today's world.Why are people so narrow-minded and selfish? Why can't women step out freely without giving a second thought about "what if,that happens" Where does the security thing go?