Diya Alwani

Why Are they happy  when the son is born, born to oppress and leaving her forlorn? In a world  where freedom's song was sung, She wonders why  her voice feels so unsung. Years of independence,  yet still in chains, Her safety questioned,  her dignity stained. In uniform or clothes deemed too brief, She faces fear,  not finding relief. Age is no shield  from a cruel hand, Was freedom just for men,  she can't understand. Blamed for walking  in the dark of night, While sons roam free,  their wrongs in sight. Not even safe  in the place they’ve grown, She asks,  where can she safely roam? Taught to know a touch  that's pure or vile, Yet who teaches the son  to walk a better mile? Why must she learn  to survive and fear, While he escapes  without ever shedding a tear? Twelve years or more the story remained same, Justice was denied  under the government insane!

 Our lives are like a beautiful woven cloth made of feelings. Each thread represents a different part of who we are. The energy and aliveness of everything around us depend on how connected we are to one another. The way we care about certain people or things affects how open-minded and aware we are. When we care about something, we come alive. Without having a special connection, life can feel empty. To be alive means to have a purpose or something that drives us.  But it's important to understand that being interested in something doesn't mean we should ignore the good and bad parts of it. Before we make decisions, we need to think about both the positive and negative sides. It's like looking closely at a precious gem to see its true value before deciding to keep it. Image Source: Google In a world where people often try to fit in, it's smart to think for ourselves. Blindly following what others say is not clever. It's better to ask questions and learn before we m