Song of a dream

Centuries of women have gone before us, and centuries more might go by before the dreams that they passed on to to us can become reality. But every woman who has had the courage to stand up in face of oppression, had the strength to withstand the pain, who fearlessly walked over coals… She lives on, because we carry her within us… like the song of a dream.

Let’s make sure, it is heard. We owe it to every woman, who will come after us.

Song of a dream

Her laugh echoed / long
After the song / of
Her dream
Had frozen on her lips / and
The words had / dissipated
With the cold winds / Blowing
Over crumbling walls / of
Stifling dogmas / and
Craggy chasms / of pain
That stood powerless / now
Against her laugh / resounding
In / A thousand voices
Uncontrolled
Like / Frothy bubbles
Spilling over

Jyotsna Atre

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