I want to be free

I want to be free

I want to be free and I am told I can be

I have a family who will take care of me

But does freedom actually mean that one can be free when one is protected

I wear a skirt that will fly with the wind and I love it because it makes me feel like a little girl on a swing.

But that’s not right, what if other men see me being so free?

My life may be in danger and I will be accused of distracting their attention.

That Is a crime I must not be seen to attempt.

I will lose my reputation and will have to bear the shame that I attract men.

I have fear in my heart and I pretend to be free.

I want to wear what I want to wear but I don’t want to be seen.

I want to laugh, run, skip and play...but then, what if I am noticed and become a prey.

I am afraid that the police will say that I am responsible for harm done to me

because I am born a girl who wants to be free.

I am attacked by some terrorists because I have a voice.

I am not supposed to be bold ... and hold my own.

I can threaten a large group of men .....only because I stand up to make my voice heard.

They seem to be scared of every little thing that I do.

Every time I stand for a voice that I have from within me and for many who are voiceless but true,

they fear that I will take control and will run ahead of them.

And it seems to me that their fears must be true.

I feel the power in my voice that can burn injustice and make things new.

They must be right when they want to control me because if I can rule the world and run it, there wont be much for them to do.

We don’t need them and they know that’s true.

I know I am bold and I can hold my own in a world full of fears if I am really really free.

But I want to be free, really really free even when I am not over seen by my protective family.

The Number Game

Why is there only a number game?

Do numbers prove progress or shame?

Do we care about the change we make?

Or we worry about reaching our targets?

Why can measurements not be done for minds that have changed?

Why do we only worry about millions reached and the material gained?

I always wonder how do we measure progress and how do we measure change.

Because I care

Round and round you go to make a difference you don’t know.

Do you think someone out there cares?

Yes, they do because I see them stare.

I see an amazement in their eyes that I cannot explain and appreciation in their action that cannot be vain.

So I go on making the difference I promised I would make.

Does my heart believe in what I do?

I believe I can change the world view.

Does the world have time to care?

It does not matter to me because I dare.

I know the world will change for a few because of efforts that I take

And a few lives would have lived in many a better ways