Freedom
In the land, where troubles dwell,
A tale unfolds, a case to tell.
A child, innocent, her dreams so pure,
Caught in the clutches, a world unsure.
In tender years, she should be free,
To chase her dreams, her destiny.
But customs old, traditions strong,
Weigh down her wings, so she can't belong.
Child marriage, a darkened stain,
On societies that should abstain.
Her laughter silenced, hopes withdrawn,
Her childhood was lost, a soul forlorn.
But let us rise, our voices clear,
To end this practice, hold it near.
For every child deserves a chance,
To grow and thrive, to sing and dance.
Let education be her might,
To break the chains that hold her tight.
Empower her with knowledge's grace,
To soar beyond, find her own space.
In people's hearts, let the change begin,
To break this cycle, let love win.
For every child, let's pave the way,
To a brighter, better, hopeful day.
Together we'll fight, hand in hand,
To protect the children, take a stand.
No more child brides, no more despair,
In unity, we'll show we care.
Let's spread awareness, break the norm,
And let her dreams, like butterflies, swarm.
A future bright, where all can thrive,
In the heart, let hope revive.
In the realms of old Indian society,
A tale of women's spirits we see,
Bound by customs, traditions' sway,
Yet, they found strength in their way.
Within the walls of the gilded cage,
They yearned for more, beyond life's stage,
Their wings restrained, yet hearts aflame,
In the shadows, they carved their name.
From the veils that hid their face,
In the silence of a secluded space,
They rumored dreams, dreams deep,
In the night, when the world did sleep.
Their voices calmed, but their hearts were so loud,
They sought for freedom, strong and proud,
With resilience as their guiding light,
They dared to dream beyond the night.
In the courtyard's hallowed ground,
A fire within their souls was found,
Rigid strength, a timeless art,
A secret revolution in each heart.
Through verses penned with ink and quill,
Their thoughts escaped, free and still,
They spoke of love, loss, fears,
Their poetry is a vessel for their tears.
In the shadows of forgotten tales,
Resides the strength that never pales,
The freedom sought, not far away,
In old Indian society's ancient sway.
Though bound by chains, they broke the mold,
In whispered courage, they were bold,
Their legacy, a guiding ray,
For women to seize a brighter day.
Now, let us celebrate the past,
And honor those who held steadfast,
In old Indian society's realm,
Women's freedom is like a sacred helm.
RISHITA
26-Jul-2023 09:26 AM
Nice
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Raghuveer Sharma
22-Jul-2023 12:44 AM
very nice
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Reena yadav
21-Jul-2023 03:16 PM
👍👍
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