She too can speak

Through the glimpse of her tears,

Those eyelashes shudder with fear,

Her safety embarks a question

So difficult it is to answer for every Indian!

Running with the attire of westernization 

But stills our girls are considered as a burden

May she be a small infant unaware 

of thy worlds brutality,

Or may be she is a teenager 

still browsing her feet in the swamp of inequality.

May be she is someone's daughter with

Hundreds of restriction

Or may she be a wife ,

 her husband's sweetest Possession.

A fire may she be like goddess Durga

Winds of destruction like goddess Kali

Her flight be like goddess Saraswati

The sparkle in her eyes like godess Lakshmi.

May she be anyone anonymous

Your rights as a man so sure

Don't permit to touch her soul,

Because oh you predators of her conscious!

As she decors her womb

So blissfully she can architect a tomb.

Her soul bubbles with agony

Her strings of self respect cut with tyranny

Words fail to usher her dignity

What speaks is her scars, smiling the story of her valour,

All through the gates of Thy Almighty.