I am silent
I am keeping mum
I am tolerating every bloody touch
my tears are making sound but not much
that long, shameful stare
the pain drowns me in, but I bear
men try to confine me in layers of clothes
My every dream dies yearning in my prison walls
Men think they are physically strong
So they have every right to torture women for infinity long
Men are upholding the skies
It's 21st century; come out of all the lies
A woman's scream can set this world on fire
death will be waiting wide-armed in their own funeral pyre
But she is keeping quiet
to save this place from an endless night
to save the world from waiting destruction
death and misfortune prevailing from every direction
God gave women power to raise a new life
because only a woman can keep others happy
herself bearing a thousand knives
Each time woman lost her patience
blood flooded through nations
Mahabharat, the war of all times
whose tells we still sing in rhymes
The war fought by valiant warriors with swords and shields
but Draupadi's open hair paved the way for battlefield
Draupadi was herself born out of fire
Arjun, the great archer, called har alms, so she got distributed between five sire
with her head bowed, she accepted what destiny chose
but she always remained pure and saintly, being the goddess she was
Dushashan took her to the royal court, dragging by the hair
her screams shivered the pillars of royal kingdom
every strong stone melted in her tears
the court was filled with saints and warriors world bows to
but nobody called for the end of devils pulling Draupadi's clothes when they could do
Duryodhan called her a slut
after that, in no time, the great kingdom of virtue and wealth turned into dirt
everyone involved in sin or those who kept quiet
Met their ultimate destination and died
woman is the goddess of life
for the ones she loves, she can make every sacrifice
a woman makes a home paradise
but each time woman lost her patience
blood flooded through nations.

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