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!

In a world often characterized by grown-up responsibilities, stress, and complexities, it's easy to forget the simplicity and wonder of childhood. But every once in a while, it's essential to step back from the hustle and bustle of adult life and embrace the child within us. Nostalgically capture the sentiment, inviting us to relive the magical moments of youth. Take yourself on a journey through a series of whimsical memories and experiences that many of us can relate to from our own childhoods. It begins with the idea of shedding the burdens of adulthood and reigniting the spirit of youthful adventures. This notion is a universal desire, a yearning to escape the confines of grown-up life and rediscover the joy and innocence of our early years. Let's paint vivid pictures of those moments that made childhood so special. From singing joyfully in long showers to creating soap bubbles that seemed to touch the sky and recapture the sheer delight in life's simple pleasures.

 In a world of grown-up strife and stress, Let's embrace the child, oh, what a mess! Forget the worries, success and failures, Reignite the spirit of youthful adventures. In those long showers, let's sing with glee, Concerts for one, and the audience is me. Soap bubbles in the bath, floating high, Childish laughter reaches the sky. Beware the drain, it could swallow us whole, Avoiding it was the ultimate goal. Clipping our mouths with hairpins, oh dear, For no reason at all, isn't that clear? The moon, oh, it's made of cheese, they say, Believing it, we dreamt the night away. Staring to make things move with our will, Imagination running wild, never standing still. Poking holes in erasers, what a peculiar call, Why we did it, we can't explain at all. "Mom," we'd say to our teacher in surprise, Childhood antics, oh, what a prize! Wrapped in curtains, we'd pretend to be, Superheroes, pirates, or monkeys up a tree. Chips packets burst, noise loud and