And then there comes a day
To fight for the right she longed all night
But then comes the fear
Of losing the sight of all her might
Because she knew the fact
That she was all alone with the faces of clone
In the search of truth
That she failed to recognize
All she asked was a layer of justice
For her sister’s plight
Because she could not resist the frightening scene of bruised flesh of her own sister
In tinted cruel light.
The candles, all posters, and all those faces
Who cried for tears that she shed
Could not come over the story of her toned eyes
And then came the day when ashes turned cold, tears turned white, cries turned into silence and justice into a mere plight.
Because she was a girl, and to feel safe is not her right.