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We will no longer let the 'handcuffs of rituals' and the 'ironclad chains of tradition' keep us imprisoned, says poet Sneha Sethi. We will be 'free and fearless'!
We will no longer let the ‘handcuffs of rituals’ and the ‘ironclad chains of tradition’ keep us imprisoned, says poet Sneha Sethi. We will be ‘free and fearless’!
These walls are so huge, voices echoing around The streets are so narrow and crowded; losing the way, no way to be found We have yet a far way to go, the journey mulled with thorns and pebbles But there’s a fire, igniting my grieving soul… we have been sleeping under the sheet of terror, helpless, lonely and mute with a quiver crying silently into the night of despair. living in shame of their doings, so unfair! drinking the poison of their deeds hiding in the shields of our silence, pompous with greed we have been assaulted and exploited, is this what they need? The feet are so blistered, hands trembling with trepidation But the voice is still steady, showing the momentum of our liberation Moving forward to fight our battle, the battle of freedom no longer we want to be afraid, we now WANT to survive…we now want to live fearless The handcuffs of rituals, the ironclad chains of tradition are now finally rusting, breaking the jurisdiction sacred tombs of justice have fallen, once powerful niches, now useless and solemn. we don’t need the support of others no longer caring if we are alone, we shall speak up instead of enduring we WILL now speak up my voice shall be my power, my courage the news of the hour we now WANT to survive … we now will live fearless. The path taken is suspicious and terrifying, The darkness is so dense, The incense of blood so intense Tiny specks of light are foreseen We shall gather these flecks and pieces The illumination will return And I shall be free, my radiant independence. Our exalting emotions shall be the medicine Our egos will heal, striving an end to this dictation We are NOT a corpse, not a carcass for pleasure and gratification Our heart still beats, full of optimism And the soul still full of colors and anticipation each tear down our cheeks, carries a message of the liberation. Scattered, broken bits Are all assembling again, slowly, slowly,..slowly All those misfit lyrics, are now singing a song slowly slowly The misty image in the mirror is clearing now Those wet and gloomy eyes are now opening slowly slowly The locks on our mouths and hearts are now unlocking slowly slowly Slowly slowly I have now realized it is not my fault Our wings will bear the jewels of reverence The veil of shame will be sprinkled with colors of bliss The partners promise and respect sealed with a kiss The henna of our hands dipped in the warmth of the sun The hand decorated with glitter not gun Fearless and free I shall now flow Fearless and free I shall now speak Fearless and free I shall now live Fearless and free I will now survive…
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Trigger Warning: This speaks of graphic details of violence against women and may be triggering for survivors.
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