We hear you, sister… silence is not golden
Stand up, speak up and rise above all,
I urge the nation to help silence fall.
I, your Gauri, shall speak loud and clear,
My stand shall stand ahead of threats and fear.
I stand to question their lives in false praise,
Those who’ve sinned against religion and race,
They kill, they slaughter – ‘dharma’ is the name,
They burn and plotter – have they lost all their shame?
It’s kind of really funny to see them lurk,
Behind the petals standing in sheer murk!
As I drop down and lie in my pool of red,
I raise my chin, standing by every word I said.
I close my eyes I hear their laughter in vain-
They cheer, they think they’ll never hear me again!
Ignorant they are – their silly myopic view,
Little do they know I’m reborn – afresh and new!
Their bullet could hit me, but never still down my voice,
For I speak a million words, by the strength of my choice,
Through your blood I live, that runs through your veins,
I go on to live amidst their ‘dharma’ and our pains.
I am Gauri, your sister in these times,
I urge you to break the silence and hear the ringing chimes,
For silence is vicious to those I love so dear,
Silence is the cynic laugh that bleed inside the ear.
I keep my hopes on you to heal my burning blister,
To the day when you’ll say – ‘Silence is not golden – we hear you, sister’