The New Dawn
For the Anthology -Shakti
Shackled to heavy metallic fetters n chains,
Of narrow-minded patriarchal outlook that disdains
Trembling, staggering, she rose from the ground,
Staring helplessly into the glaring, blinding light, spellbound
Knocking upon her gloomy, miserable, dingy dawn of despair
As she woke up to a new morn, her lips in a weak, silent prayer
She found a gift wrapped in ornate ribbons blue, red and green
sparkling as dew gems and sequins of motley hue, pristine
Beautiful flowers and blossoms spreading surreal aroma,
Tenderly hugged and tugged her wounded, yearning pneuma
With bated breath, she opened the package in delightful glee,
Clanking her chains. struggling in vain, to set herself free
Out came a tiny bottle with a magical potion of liberation,
Assuring and promising the prisoners of gifted emancipation
There was a decorated placard which had cautious advice and direction
The potion had to be consumed with courage, grit and determination
Self-reliance, education, showing courage to Saying NO to violence,
Confronting injustice fearlessly, and giving a voice to every silence
Get up! you have the power to change this regressive world legacy
Be the change, stand liberated, carrying the bastion of supremacy!