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A hard-hitting poem about a victim of violence who despite the brutal act will rise like a phoenix.
Whenever and wherever I raise my eyes, Violence is ready to show its ugly head.
How hard I try to avoid it, Its devil eyes never stopped following me.
How can I walk back to home? Violence is scattered all over the roads!
Its edges are sharp like a broken glass, See, I’m bleeding red throughout.
I swear I fought till my last breath, But, failed to release from the tight grasp of its tentacles.
It penetrated deep into my body, But, it paralyzed my mind.
A blood red tear trickled down my eyes in silence, But the mob bypassed it, just like another casual incident.
How can one be so cruel? How can one ignore the innocence dribbling down my face?
How can one turn a blind eye to my oozing wounds? How can one turn a deaf ear to my piercing screams?
Doesn’t it make you freeze?
I was asked to keep my mouth shut, Hide under the blanket of ignorance.
Does silence deserve more respect than my self-esteem? Is keeping quiet more convenient than speaking my heart out?
Does suffering seem more important than claiming my space?
Don’t show your cold-shoulder to me, I need answers
Will turning my back bring down the nuisance? Will limiting my boundaries solve the issue?
Stop marching with candles in your hands, Please go and teach some morals to your sons too!
Because how hard you try to stop me, I’m still going to fly with my broken wings! I’m still going to fly with my broken wings!
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Founder of 'Soch aur Saaj' | An awarded Poet | A featured Podcaster | Author of 'Be Wild Again' and 'Alfaaz - Chand shabdon ki gahrai' Rashmi Jain is an explorer by heart who has started on a voyage read more...
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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