Written by Tarini Dayal
As a 'proud' daughter of India,
I wake up praying for that young girl,
who puts a brave smile on her face everyday,
while she struggles to fight for her place in the world.
As a 'proud' daughter of India,
I watch helplessly as the news flood in
of that woman snatched from her innocence,
I watch helplessly as despair in her eyes swim.
As a 'proud' daughter of India,
I struggle to find the words to appreciate it,
to fight for it, to live in it,
I struggle everyday to do my bit.
As a 'proud' daughter of India,
I yearn for the respect of my sisters,
for it to be restored, for their lives to find peace,
for their justice I yearn, for their voice to be heard, I shed tears.
As a 'proud' daughter of India,
I watch my country, my home crumble
while holding out that last straw of hope,
I watch as into the rabbit hole it tumbles.
As a 'proud' daughter of India,
amidst the fear and frustration, I stay,
wishing only for it to be a better parent,
and bring back the voices faded far, far away.
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