A poem on how life brings us down in a lot of ways, but the only option we have is to keep moving forward.
These are stories of oppression, discrimination and subjugation.
'I would rather be that wildflower who stands alone in your assorted garden, than be a 'desh ki beti' and torn apart.'
'I defy all odds and I speak. I shout. I scream.'
'A battle over, is only the beginning of yet another for her.'