First I want to clarify I'm not insects lover first jugnoo n now Titli, So if you are waiting for chipkali or chiti you should not ok.
So this poem is dedicated to Abrahamreadss coz its inspired by his poem called. 'Transform' from his book known as. 'Give us meaning'. He can't understand Hindi and as you all know very well that I'm not good with English. The reason I dedicated this to him is just I want you guys to read his stuff.
One more thing I'm not translating his poem I'm just presenting my P.O.V. Which is inspired but different by his P.O.V...
Koi saath chhor de, dil tod de. Zindagi rukti nahi rokte .
Koi ilzaam de, ya inaam de. Zindagi mohtaaj nahi kisi naam ke.
Koi qaidi banaye ya pyaada. Zindagi jeene ka hosla ho unse zyaada.
Koi band mutthi me bharle ya khula baag de. Zindagi humari maili na ho kisi daag se.
Kaam to humara he phoolo ke rang churana. Phir kyun in bhawro ki aankho ko he dhoka.
Phool samaj humara ras churane aate he. Bhool jaate titliyo ko chahiye bas ek mouka.
Mana, manoge hume puri zindagi keeda hi. Na samjhoge kabhi tum humari pidha bhi.
Jis din tod diya samaaj k dairo ka kosh. Sambhal k rehna na ho jao behosh.
Jis roop rang ko dekh khaya tha dhokha. Usko aur behtar bana, denge chauka.
Udd jaayege, kabhi haath na aayege. Zindagi ka man behlayege....
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We women are not prisoners of society but of our own thinking. Once its change no one can rule us....
Ba-bye