Once a little girl was
born
In a far fetching
unknown land
Surrounded by ghosts
of injustice
Distress, prejudices
and pain
Deprived of legitimate
Rights
Genuine wants and
valid needs
In the name of Chauvinism...They
said
Girls don’t deserve to
fulfill their dreams
The combating spirit
in her
Declared an unknown
war
With the world surrounding
her
To make her life, free
of despair
They said words are mightier
than sword
So with a pencil in
her little hand
She was in the battle field
of her life
Fighting with “evils”
as many as she can
The evils were
mightier than she thought
Proving her words wrong
and meaningless
Leaving her with a “broken
Pencil”..at times
Making her every
attempt “pointless”
They could always
break the pencil
But they could never stop her
hand
She would again
sharpen it up
And get the “Lead”
from within
They say "It’s the FIGHT
that matters"
Not the results; “Victory Or Loss”
She followed her heart
to fight for her Rights
And she
became “a warrior Princess”
They call her “an
activist writer”
Who can dare to make a
change?
With her words, to strike the stubborn minds
To alter their thoughts
and make them amend!!!
In the Process She Learnt...
In the Process She Learnt...
A whistle has The Decibels
To break Your Eardrum
Tyranny is that, it
can’t
Blow itself Of its
own,
Someone needed to blow
it up
A fighter and A writer –
I Feel
To make everybody hear its sound
As much loud as
possible
The sound of
suffering, whisper of pain
Roars of devil to
inflict fear in your vein
One needs to fight
even in times one is broken
As Even a “broken
pencil” has the “lead” within
Someone brazenly shook
me,
I suddenly woke up
My laptop was on the
table
And I was inside a Coffee Shop
And A broken pencil was in my hand
Maybe the “writer” in me was dreaming
As I got out of the Coffee Shop
I heard a little girl was asking
For “Strawberry Ice-cream”
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
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Tina the warrior !! superb !!
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This surely is a 'WOW' post. I could have never imagined this story line. Completely out of the box. Well done. Well written.
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Tina
What a way to express the unimaginable power of words and the power which women hold within themselves. Great post Tina :)
ReplyDeleteReally!!!...I'm so much overwhelmed by your words!!
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Tina
Wow!! A wonderful poem, Tina!! More power to Her...:D
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tina
Excellent ! This is so well written. I could not imagine writing a poem with the words in the prompt.
ReplyDeleteWhile reading your poem through I was wondering how will you incorporate the "coffee shop". You have woven the story in your poem so smooth. Everything gets blended together in a complete flow of words.
Congratulations :)
Ha ha ha...you really caught me Salvwi...
DeleteEven I was wondering How to add Coffee Shop...
Then I thought of the last two stanzas
To give it a dream sequence....!!
Though I enjoy only Coffee at any Coffee shop...and nothing else
Thank you very much for liking the poem
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Tina
Beautiful Poem!
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Thank you So much for your appreciations!!!
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Tina
Every writer will connect with this. Powerful writing, Tina.
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Tina
A very inspiring read. I wish we have many warriors among us who are like her!
ReplyDeleteI don't like coffee ! As I love Morning Tea @8.12 am ! But I loved your poem . Hope to see you read my book : Journey from Guwahati to Machhiwara : in 16 country , 118 library India , 3 in USA , while sipping your StarBucks coffee ! 😂😂😂😂
ReplyDeleteha ha ha...Even I' am tea person. will read your book. Sure!!
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