कोई नहीं सुनता जब वो चीखती है
हर रोज़ कहीं कोई लड़की बिकती है।

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This is the story, close to my heart!
They dragged her, pulled her, tried to tear her apart.
They thought she will die in shame,
They thought, as usual, society will blam her,
ignoring their crime!

They didn't know, she has a heart of gold to glow after each fire that blows..
They didn't know, she has an undefeatable soul, who backfires with endless power & determination with a sword.
They forgot her name is "Sunitha", the wisdom!
Then, when we ask "why does bad things happen to good people?", she is the answer, who steped out to correct the whole system alone..

The story of innocent angels,
Sold, tortured & used as a nonliving flesh !
The ugly, the savage, the cruel stories we don't like to listen,
She lives in it each single day, fighting against it !
She burns herself everyday to bring a peace...
Yes, she is the living goddess,
The Durga, in real sense !

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During the time of my stay in Gurugram,
I lived near MG Road.
For The ones who put money in holes,
It was a heavenly abode.

मैने देखे हैं वो चेहरे,
पीछे जिनके कुछ और ही था ।
जिस्म जहाँ सब ठीक बताता था,
अंदर छितरा हर ठौर ही था ।

(Full poem in caption)

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BLOOD ON THE BROTHEL FLOOR
(In caption)

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The chained night in hell,
the beasts fed on her flesh.
She tried to light the dark night,
collecting the bloody pieces
of her broken soul, to fight back
till the rise of the aurora!

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Like a painting she adorned herself
with myriads of colours, glistening,
lavender blue to champagne pink
for another man to please.
As she carried a glass of alcoholic drink
smiling at her destiny, aligning
yet again to play the cacophony of delph.

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She was filled with anger, disgust, hatred;
For all those who brought her here...
She was filled with horror, fear,
terror;
While waiting for unwelcomed guest...
She was filled with shame, guilt,
regret;
As she lost herself to others...
The saddest part is that -
She was not filled with belief, hope, faith;
That something can be done to change all this...

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The story behind that shiny sarees.

Read caption 👇

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Why I write?

'Imagine feeling like that,
Everyday, every time you awake,
Every time the door creaks open,
Voices determine your price,
Eyes that don't see you,
For as long as your body is able,
As long as you comply,
devoid of life, you live.'


Full poem in caption

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What's freedom???
Freedom means sleeping peacefully...
A victim of sex trafficking replied!!!!

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