Tears down my eyes,
but you guys laugh.
What does they mean to you?
something,everything or nothing?
I daily defenselessly shout,
and you daily hangout
candle light march, protest all go on air
after death all back to their affairs.
I owe you this world,
and you my death
My voice,My tears will take your breathe,
when this “My” will become “Yours”,
numberless laws are sanctioned,
without any action.
I survived patriarchy
I lost my individuality
Still is the victory yours?