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Jan 2019
Finally she becomes a teen and turns fifteen,
May you keep her bound
But now,her wings are open
So her feet won’t touch the ground.

Whether she lives in a palace or in a hut,
she is told to keep her mouth shut.
She is told to dress properly and not walk alone among the crowd,
she is told to be low and not to be loud!

Oh goodness! We stand on the verge of twenty first century,
where people have a heart of stone.
They keep girls hidden
so they are never known.

She is told to be home before eight.
You know what?
She is called FAT if she gains weight!

You keep her caged
and tell her not to wear short
for if she does so,
She would be *****.

She turns twenty,
You again tell her not to be loud.
You tell her “Don’t talk to boys.”
But oh my dear people,
You don’t know she’d make you proud.

Now she turns thirty
and you tell her to marry.
You try to alienate her,
because now for you,
her load is impossible to carry.

You tell her not to be violent
because you think we live in a nation
where girls need to be silent!
She suffers through pain but
maybe it’s all okay for you
because we live in a country where
‘Nirbhaya kand’ was left in vain.
Written by
Jiya Arora  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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