Wings

She was bounded

Tied up in chain

Crying in pain

She was extremely wounded

Asking for help she cried and cried

None gave notice

At last she died.

Same thing happened again

She was again screaming in pain

But who do cares.

Really who do cares,

What we give notice to is what she wears!!

We judge her by her clothes

We don't teach our son's

To give her respect

In the end what they become

Is the suspect..

Suspect of the Misshappening

Which would have been avoided

By slight brain sharpening

We could have broadened our minds

Shouldn't have let our son's go

Out of hands like winds!!

She could have also shine

Like the stars,

If your son has

Not given her scars.

So still there is time

To change the things,

To give our girls

The freedom with wings!!