You are my dream, I am not lame,
Strutted thousands of cloudy days,
On the same spot in the same lane,
They have marched fast in jet planes,
I am not alone, there are few billions,
Thinking they are moving in vain,
They have gained the pain in the spine,
Don't crouch, women, expose to morning shine,
Shine and shower of knowledge that rain,
In the empty vessels of big mouth giants,
They have the pot belly to make you the grains,
Don't end as the sacrificial labor line,
You can grow to be the plants to fruition,
You can plough the lands with your root intrusion,
We are not lame to strut on the same lane,
Look at the Sun, it can send the radiation,
Just in eight minutes to the sleeping,
To wake up, to make the leaves glow and glisten,
We are not tied with anything to christen,
People with no future and prosperous vision,
You can do it, women, tie all these men,
In the comfortable costumes of domestication,
The world will be ours to rule and our children,
Don't have to suffer in silence and let these men,
That we reared in the absence of wild men,
Prove the world that women have the wisdom,
And let this world live in peace with no war and fighting.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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