Finding Freedom

By Disha Ransingh

It’s in a snap of fingers they paint our hearts with stigma

and blame our burning teardrops for a free air and thought;

Was it a blissful boon for society to curse us when we fought?

Or was it their grey smoke of restrictions and impertinent rules,

that we gasped every second, only to suffocate our morals;

They once fell asleep on their mother’s shoulder, a woman

but now they don’t even offer a hand and shut in a castle of ‘MAN’;

Was it the key of patriarchy that we kept in the name of the civility,

through which they locked the gates of our rising equality;

Seventy five years of freedom, but barely any freedom in the country’s air,

when a girl dies before birth or when wages are never close to fair

or watching her brother go to school when she sits in a kitchen chair;

But in a cloudless bright sky, let the sun of equality rise,

dapple our land in rays, all reflected in a freedom’s eyes;

Let us all pick up the torn pieces of society’s map,

and rearrange them and follow it to reach a world of peace & calm;

Let the winter turn to spring and ignorance to wisdom,

By fighting for pure equality for finding freedom…

By Disha Ransingh