And the woman looked on through the broken glass window
seeing the child that she once was
holding tears, secrets and memories of past
and those scars that tend to last.
She met the young girl of eons before;
told her to take control.
Take risks; make mistakes;
and behave her age.
For the world is run on patriarchy;
she still has a few years to understand it.
Let the egos burn with the skin of men of evil
May equality prevail and break through the upheavel.
May love last; may it forever grow
May women rise and take control!
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 