Gaurav Ojha
I have been asked about
My daughter, silence as she speaks
Her words are like stars in the sky
She still lives where it’s too easy to judge, pounce, punch and pull her down
They say times are changing for daughters but it is like a broken clock, exactly right twice a day
There are two queens in the chess boards
 But many like her are only pawns
Compared without comparisons
Drifting between ideals and violence
What would my daughter be without me?
She has to fail thousand times to succeed once and her success is a failure for so many
 She runs around with my heart
My daughter struggle for your voice
Let your mind speak, stand for a your sisters and brothers Â
Talk about situations
Stand firmly with your grudge
Fly away in your own sky
From my wings beneath
Without any limit
And, call me to the space you have found
After I am gone, leave me aside from your memories
Don’t search for me again
Don’t reflect on my shadows
My daughter, know that
She has to overcome challenges
More often than she would every try
Make blunders, be reckless
And never allow you passions to subside
Never let your tears replace your pride
Exchange your dignity with desirability
Speak gently before the candle sticks
 Don’t crumble before ceremonies of men
Find your own way out of the age old wilderness
No need to become not a woman
[Gaurav Ojha is engaged as a faculty of communication, critical thinking, academic writing and marketing research at different educational institutions. As a part of his creative interests, Mr. Ojha has regularly published opinion posts, poems and articles on a wide range of topics from death, disease, social issues, and humanism to post-religious spirituality.]