A silent melancholy..!

They were nothing but my reflections on other bulwark,                                           A fence built in bloodshed and sacrifice to leave a mark.                        
 The losses are many and still counting; she stands by the edge of the cliff looking for a helping hand.
                                                                     
For them she was a fun-bag that worth nothing, but to their eternity she is the pain He is bearing. The land is stumbling by the footstep of men who kill themselves in the name of something that never exists in the pedagogy of the Lord. Whenever she stands fighting not for her equality but for freedom she was shot, she was vandalized. She is made to burkh-on herself for what? To protect herself from men who peep into the silhouettes just to spoil her. She yearns for freedom in the midst of a cavalry, she wants to learn, she wants to follow her dreams, and she wants to dance, like every other girl. But her life is nothing but a mere syllable of ‘yes’ or ‘no’ for the men of her place. They made rules that were never said; they dried up the well with the hope of making it an ocean. The well might get its water back but what about the fish that lost its life? When the entire world runs for luxuria with the use of freedom they have she still fights for her freedom with no voice, for she was nothing but a bird with a broken wing, a birdcall with no voice. She is the truth the world fears to unearth, she is the answer for the losses that the world has faced, she is the melancholy that our ears refuse to hear and she is the tear drop that fell on the flower like a dew drop. To quote from one of them who stood bravely against their ignoramus and obstinate chauvinistic society “We cannot move forward with still half of us lagging behind”. When in part of the world feminists’ protest for their equality there are these tenuous females who are searching for a voice to fight for their freedom. She might be covered by a burkh but she is equally stronger, she is equally feministic. It is when ‘she’ is treated equally true woman equality is achieved. She is not a speck in this world, wherever she is ‘she’ is the power that could either create or destroy. Till the world gives ears to this silent melancholy she remains unheard.