Written by: Kriti Rajbhandari - 20116, Grade XII
Posted on: 15 January, 2020
That cold wind of winter
Every time touches my cold body
Freezes my chilled hands and legs
And makes me realize the reason
Why am I facing such a hard season?
My hands get passed on the road
Don't know how many more nights are left to go
They say that I was thrown
And there's no one here whom I can call my own.
I still can't accept this fact
How can someone be so harsh
To give life and leave them to die after sometime?
Is this only because I was a girl child?
How can a girl's birth make someone so wild?
How can even a mother's heart be so cruel?
Didn't her heart cried throwing her baby on the road?
Why a girl child is not treated equal?
Why her birth makes everyone celebrate a funeral?
My thoughts are running as the train out of track
With no destination and hope cracked.
Do I still have the right to live?
Suffering from all the discriminations
Will I be able to survive in this crowd?
Will someone be able to hear my shout?
I want to live freely
Will I get equal opportunity?
I need to live to fulfill my dream
To make everyone hear a girl child's scream.
That cold wind can freeze my hands and legs
But cannot freeze my heart and brain
I need to be alive to fulfill my dream
I will fight for the right of a girl child to live
And I believe that a day will come
When a girl will be everyone's a matter of pride!
