Breaking Silence

Far away the way we come across,

Change many things’ value we gross,

 Fighting against odds,

 Rising for rights,                                                                           

 Sometimes becomes blessings in disguise,

 There some to pull us back,

And there some to become our back,

 Destiny personify cycle of life,

 Sometime on rose bed... sometime on verge on knife...,

 Struggle to get our dreams achieve,

 To hold on our emotions and grieve,

 Story doesn't belong to an individual of the country,

But its reality lies in every family of the country,

 Wiping up the tears,

 Fighting against fears,

 Choosing what you wear,

 To all nuisance rituals a wicked glare,

 Changing mentality and thoughts that were all bare,

 At least speak for those you care,

Because it is one's suffering that is not rare,

 Say something...do something unless suppressing one's voice becomes someone else daily affair..........