I will burn every holy book I found. A page where the rights are not same, Once I looked at the woman, She is not just pretty. Woman... She have breaking heart, She have air soul, She have a beautiful mind She have respect too. Woman want peace, A face or a paper moon. She is all alone from the beginning, She is lonely, all by own. Why there is violence all there, When past have only scares. When the history says about night. A woman said, give me right. There should be a heart, Full of lights. Tell me a name of that woman, I will give her my heart She have place, She have my piece of this world. One day, world will change, a woman once will say, Before was was was, was was is Why you are living in this world, without the eyes.
By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)
This is a mix of thoughts, mix or reality. I wonder what will the Drama call this right or wrong.