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Jul 2016
My life is a Lie; I have been raised to keep shut since I first cried
I cried for my mother’s milk but she was dead
I cried for my father’s love but he was gone
I was termed as a curse by everyone
Only I wanted was a little comfort to those little eyes that searched for care
My adolescence was even worse than my childhood
I was tied into the ****** politics of marriage
A stranger intruded in my mysteries of life
I was forced to accept
My life is a lie; I have been raised to keep shut in front of men
I have been searching for a soul that can enlighten me to relive
My dreams my aspirations have all been shattered
I need a voice
I need a voice to reach out
I need a voice to express my pain
I need a voice to fight the masculine voice
I need a voice to raise my arm and rule the world
And then I realized
I am the voice
I am the voice of modernity against traditional views
I am the voice of goodwill against temptations
I am the voice of those disgraced souls searching for a custodian
I have fought through the darkness and reached the lamp of light
I will rise and shine and rule the world
My voice shall not be tamed …
It will make a mark for the centuries to come
I will lift up again if you put me down
My tongue will tell, lie no more
I am pure and chaste
I am a voice of your inside..
Written by
shreya khosla  india
(india)   
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   estie wari
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