Author: Aarvee Mishra, Class VI E
She broke out when being pressed
The one who confessed the truth to me
Why not scold the boy whose room is messed
She gave to me the pride of being free
Her blood flooded, the poor girl
Not a tear, reluctant to flee
All girls don’t dance and twirl
She gave to me the pride of being free
I am forever in the debt of those
Only for their lives, I claim this glee
She broke shackles without repose
She gave to me the pride of being free
All around we say and feel and hear
But never could we feel the pain or the pleas
Women rise, being very near
She gave to me the pride of being free…
