Eagam Khaling
I’m everywhere.
I’m in Purusha too.
But society has made me
An angel and drawn a boundary in the sky
Where I do fly.
My wings are being cut off, one by one
To make my flight impossible
In the name of culture.
I understand
Women have been mythologized
By making them into angles.
I’m human.
I’m a girl who wants to fly like a bird
In the open sky.
I’m a woman.
I don’t want to be someone’s Good Luck.
Not even the Goddesses of wealth and knowledge.
I’m love.
I’m nature.
I’m the soul.
I need genuine respect, not similes.
I need trust, not sympathy.
I need my sky.
I’m a bird in my sky.
I’m a mother.
I’m a father.
I’m also a son.
I don’t need metaphors;
I need hearts and minds that know me.
I need hands of trust.
May I read, grow, and soar like a bird
In the sky of freedom.
I’m the peace.
I’m a creation.
Give me selfless support and respect,
In return,
I give a beautiful world.
I bloom humanity.
But I don’t want to be an angel.
Give me freedom, not a nickname of Angel.
Give me wings, and give me
My open sky.
