This weight on my chest doesn’t sleep at night
The thoughts in my head make me cry in fright
Every day I wake up with the same realization, the same sense of doom, an unsettling sensation
Is today the day it all becomes too much?
The blood, the batons, the panic, the rush
The news makes me wonder if today is the end, the families, the children, my suicidal friend.
Pain behind doors remain whispered secrets, floors are mapped with family violence leaflets
Families smile with sons as their glory,
Their daughters sit silenced, hiding their story.
Colour, nor caste nor religion will rule
Not Geetha, not Tony, neither will Abdul
What is this life we are fighting to live,
We're working so hard trying tirelessly to win.