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Time For A Positive Change
Words & Strokes
Once upon a time,
when she looked into the glistening mirror, all her reflection showed was a pretty girl, too unprepared for this cruel world.
Sharp features emphasized her beauty,
No pain was hidden in the depth of those eyes, No worries embarked upon her shoulder, She smiled and smiled and smiled
Little was that young soul aware,
Of the injustice done to those born like her, Born of the female descent,
In this life she would always be expected to adjust
Women empowerment even today, Remains a myth in rural places, Married to men of twice their age, Young girls are still forced to obey.
Although abuse is still spoken about, Although we have slogans raised high, Women are still tortured,
For not giving birth to a male child.
When God did not
differentiate,
Why is the society so cruel?
What makes him stronger than her, Why is she stopped at every step and he allowed to move ahead?
Being bold is still inauspicious,
Her decisions are considered emotional, Always being instructed consistently, Why can’t you just let her be?
As the youth of tomorrow,
responsibility lies on our shoulders,
to create a world with hopes and dreams, where gender equality has been achieved.
All I ask from you, is to be a part of the change, to help a woman achieve her dreams,
to help a young girl be carefree,
to create a world where she is not looked down upon,
a world in which she can hold her head high.
Faatimah Maryam Muzammil - 12D
Amidst the trees
It was a little windy.
The cool breeze hit my cheeks. My nose. My eyelids.
Rustling.
The leaves were rustling.
The sound travelled into my ear. I smile.
A small one.
It does not make my eyes crinkle. But it does reach there. My eyes. The trees.
Beautiful.
The trees.
Beautiful.
A few leaves fall into my hair. One falls on my cheek.
I smile
My eyes crinkle.
Amidst the trees,
I found,
Warmth in the cold. Silence in the noise. Light in the dark.
I was at peace.
Samah Nisar - 11 M
Memory Tree
There in the backyard of my mind, A seed grew with me into a beautiful tree.
I close myself from this domain
Only to open into the memory tree. Leaves, dusty and gold, hang high and low Joy, sorrow and my past they show.
And in the tree trunk, all locked up, Are memories feral and discarded. Others, on the tree hang high and low The specials above and the rest below.
Dears lost, gone from reality Only found among the leaves. Their smiles, rain, reminding me Tears trickling through the tree.
Day by day, with changing times They turned into dusty old leaves.
Come, mate, some day, Stop by my shady tree. And hear me my story out.
Sonali Chawla - 12A
Caelynn Pacheco - 5 VISION 2019 / 136
Kashish Thaker - 5
Shradha Peradath - 5
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