She cries...

Tried so hard, to make sense of your wisdom.

But now it does not matter

We have gone as far as we could go.

Tired of living the roles you set down...

Tired of watching you break rules I am to follow.

Once I had nothing to say...

Now things have changed.

Have we no choice to decide,

Have we no freedom to our beliefs?

Can’t I feel my own life,

Without you telling me it’s forbidden?

Have we crossed the line too far?

That you take matters to your own court

And so guiltlessly ‘punish’ us??

You speak of ethnicity...

Yet everyday, you shove it away

With your well practiced sneers and catcalls.

If you so eagerly set examples so horrid

Why else would faith not be misunderstood?

Why wouldn’t  you be called a fanatic?

We believe in tradition that has stood the test of time,

But not in tradition that will separate you and me!

Why must you tie our wings?

While we never even fly outside the nest,

But afraid that one day we might!!

Soon, we will not stand by such atrocities,

When we are just as capable of flying...

While you remain grounded, wings broken…

Soon, more voices will emerge…

Then no strategy of yours will be enough,

To hold back discontent reborn…