Our Voice

Could a voice be so strong

Galloping the ill attired throng,

The besotted thought of the youth

Tires my voice abated, full of ruth;

Whether it be her character assassin

Or men out of grudge falter her breath ruined.

The voice shuddering;

Feminism never was her wings,

But equality should give plight to her innings;

A dextrous voice of concern

I swear, that anguish to burn;

Whether it be, fight for a girl's soul

Or a war against terrorist's role,

Whether this country's poor men plodded

Or violence suing a doctor, instead of rewarded.

Raise the voice, shelling the coward,

Resonate the voice, marching forward

Blink of voice, to shed the malevolent frauds,

Smile of voice, to sail through the window of lauds.