My heart is filled by a flow of silence,
Eyes are bursting with a flame of violence.
Every time they were questioned for their identity,
They were not guilty,yet they faced ruinity.
‘she’!an illegal voice for all legal mission,
For the sake of momento,
Which caused ignition.
‘she’ is not a vail of queen,
Just a thunderclap to the resistance of teen.
Her heart can’t be bounded,
With the boundaries of leg chain;
Survives with some principles,
Not frightened with unwanted rain.
‘she’ is not a blanket of your nights,
she is the courageous victim of the killing bites.
‘she’ is the single horizon of her dreams,
A closed window,which never screams…