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Harsha Godbole

Inspirational

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Harsha Godbole

Inspirational

Struggle

Struggle

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How I remember that horrible day,

Walking alone on my way.

So carefree and rapidly,

To reach home happily.


Not aware of the nightmare,

And the silence in the air.

From nowhere came some vicious,

Making me somewhat suspicious.


Suddenly grabbing my bag away,

Making me their prey.

Shouting and struggling only that I could do,

Someone to come and rescue.


But I could not save myself,

Helpless I lay like a dead shell.

With tears in my eyes,

Gazing blankly towards sky.


My struggle all in vain,

To whom should I complain.

My country has regained freedom,

But we girls are tortured for no reason.


Come let's stand together,

To wipe out the clutter.

And make our country so clean,

Where girls should be treated like queen.



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