I am in class 12 perusing humanities from dav siliguri. I have always been keen towards writings and kept it as a passion will try to follow it in my future too have certain future plans that goes hand in hand with writing wish to live all of them I am practical enough not to believe in fairy tales but passionate to make my journey one.
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- Those tiny hands, rubbed in the duty streamThose tiny feets engrossed in the smoky platerThose tiny shoulders carrying their childhood a responsiblity as their peekNo they aren’t mature , they are someone who suffersTo small to understand they have lost they childhood in a unknown farms.Just for some pennies, they happly destroy their smile.No they are not responsible we are whom the reason behind itAs such an tender age right to education is what they deserve.
- She was abusedShe criedShe was burned alive!!!Her purity touched those crummy hands, no it wasn’t her fault it was those hands which touched her soul!!Those tears on her tender eyes asked a question did i deserved such great pain. Her beauty draws a conclusion was it too necessary to rape. Those scratches was not all her destiny.“A successful independent girl” the term speaks a lot but have u thought the struggle involved in it. A middle aged father couldn’t believe in his eyes some devil took away his little princess , a mother saw a dream of a self depended girl is somewhere in a dilemma whether her decision was correct to educate her girl.