A Depression Story

Part-VI: A Break Through She was a lioness in a birdcageA bird in the depths of the seaShe was powerful and freeBut she was notWhere she was meant to be. Watching the endless orange sky I could find many unknown colours in it as I sat by the railway track every twilight, watching the colours

You Think Us Weak When We Are Silent, You Think Us Spoilt When We Speak

Yet Speak And Take Action… My silent face bows in shame, my silence cannot speak, before every word I speak I have to think twice if “A GIRL” is supposed to speak so, for every dress I wear I need to be judged, for every style I adopt I need to think will my SOCIETY