Raving voices
Up raised fists
Marching on shoulder to shoulder
In the Front line
Having slogans
Your snapshots are invisible
May be your energy
To be advanced
As a mountain of life
Being a mother and a wife
A sister and a friend
May be give a breath
To light up the torch
History of the struggle is
Not the struggle only of the men
But the picture of unseen and unwritten
Thousands stories behind
Capricious weakness
Image of the history
Until eliminate reality
It will be also a struggle
Within the struggle
You are invisible
invisible maybe but ever invincible... good read, thank you for inviting me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought provoking piece a pleasure to read, thank you for sharing sir love payal