These threads finds my new routes.

These long shiny threads are not only hairs of mine but these are my roots that make me look beautiful not like you but like me.                                                                              

As girls we are told to be quite,
crowded with struggles, violence, tears and much more,
to create our own destiny,
we grew up making many fights;
but, hey you
look at your beautiful hairs
when the wind blows,
and the way your hairs wildly sways with rebellious wind
all it feels like you are making
your new routes to be find;

Remember a fairy tale,
your granny must have told you
how Rapunzel escaped from wicked witch,
finding a new route with her own long hairs;
these hairs are my roots,
they make me brave and strong,
they give me strength and confidence,
to fight with all the odds and
to take a stand;

but sometimes these hairs had to be tied up
hey you,
don't utter a word or make a noise;
as girls we are told to be quite,
to the people who gives their sympathy,
we don't need that
all we want is the freedom we crave for,
freedom to speak, to stand, to work,
to take all the rights that are reserved;

and finally, when you tie them
just look at that hair band,
it feels nothing more, but
like a promise you make
to yourself that a day will come and
you will flaunt again;

As these hairs grows long,
all it feels like you giving birth
to new dreams with open eyes;
but, hey you
you also grew up with lot more
crowded with new struggles,
fighting against the domestic violence,
all the dreams with little girl make a suicide,
say it a misery or harsh truth
all it is something you have to accept
when you grew up as a women;

hey you,
Remember that promise you once made
letting your hairs flaunt again
remove that hair band and
open up these threads which wildly sways;
these are the threads of love,
might be one of the reason to all your mood swings
so pour some love and see
all it feels like it gives flight to one with no wings;

love yourself.

Nayan.