In India’s socio-legal sphere, women carry many struggles yet also receive notable advantages, while men face fewer struggles but gain no real advantages. The balance, ironically, is an opposite kind of equality.
Our socio-legal system flips equality:
Women bear problems with perks, men avoid problems but inherit emptiness.

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I watched my parents’ lives
Unfold like storms and suns,
Felt their laughter, their bruises,
The weight of unspoken tongues.
From every rise and every fall,
I carved out silent truth.
Lessons etched so deep,
It startles them now,
How I turned their past
Into armour for my youth.

I studied my parents’ lives
Like a prophecy
Every scar, every silence,
Every fall from grace.
I learned not to repeat,
But to rewrite.
Now they flinch at my clarity,
Fear the fire in me
Forged from their ashes
As if I’ve seen too much,
And remember too well.

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The path I choose is steep and wild,
It doesn't smile on the meek or mild.
With every stone, a silent test,
With every storm, I give my best.
It’s not a road of gold or grace,
But one where shadows show their face.
No easy cheers, no crowd that claps,
Just silent steps and fading maps.

I walk with wounds beneath my skin,
Each scar is a tale of where I’ve been.
And if you dare to walk with me,
Know that strength is born through agony.
The stars I chase are far, not free,
And pain walks close, persistently.

So those who join me must understand,
This fire burns more than the hand.
Your peace will bend & pride may fall,
Your soul may echo every call.
But if you’re brave, true & strong,
This path will shape where you belong.
So take my hand but know the cost,
For on this way, much must be lost.
The path I choose is sharp and high
And those who walk it, bleed to fly.

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Parental intent is seldom impure,
though the paths they choose may sometimes be.
What’s right in heart may
still go wrong in hand.

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If you endure & stand by me in my Lungi days without shame,
You earn the right & your place when I rise in my Blazer name.

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Instinct is a double-edged gift — it warns, but never softens the blow.
Some foresight feels like fortune — until you realize you saw it too soon.

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Told you the truth? Yes, I did.
No games, no lies, nothing hid.
Told the verity? My bad, I guess.
Next time I’ll clap for your mess.

Gave advice, thought you would care—
But you chose pride, so that's your share.
Gave exhortation? Wow, what a crime—
Should’ve watched you waste your time.

Two faces shown, now I’m the clown?
Please, go ahead—wear your fake crown.
Two faces unfurled, and now I see—
You wear the mask, not me.

Keep your stories, play your part,
But don’t mistake me for a soft heart.
Keep the drama, keep the lies,
I’ll be chill while your ego cries.

I don’t chase noise, I walk away—
While truth stays firm, come what may.

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From struggles to strength, I’ve overcome phases I never imagined I would. Now, I stand in this moment—fulfilled, grateful, thriving & enjoying the 'Blossoms of বসন্ত'।

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In the End,
Someone has to be the Wrong,
To make everything Right.

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দিন ফুরিয়ে রাত্রি নামে
ছবির ন্যায় কিছু গল্প জমে,
চারিদিকে বৃষ্টি-ভেজা ঘাস গুলো সব
জেগে ওঠে তা শুনবে বলে।
গল্প সে যে দীর্ঘদিনের, নদীর মাঝে একার ভিড়ের,
বিষন্নতার আবেগ নিয়ে তখন মগ্ন ছিলেম ছন্দে নীরের।
সময় যখন থমকে ছিল মানবতার ছলের ভয়ে,
ছেড়ে যায় যে প্রায় সবই, কেবল স্বল্প কিছু থেকে যায় রয়ে।
তবে শেষ অব্দি কাটলো ঘোর,
যেনো রাত্রি শেষে এলো ভোর।
এ বেলা কি হবে নতুন কিছু?
নাকি চিরাচরিতেরই আগমন ঘটবে পিছু পিছু!

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