The precious gem of latent brilliance Keeps ever radiating in her talent and mettle Through her erudite words Yet the poetic richness in her is lying unrealized, Un-arrested, and more neglected In a dark and dingy corner Under constant surveillance of a parental cage Of ego, dogmatic views of old-fashioned age
The new generation needs some free space Under the open vast blue sky, Not a locked choking bleak sphere of any fear With a showy terrace above, They want to soar high with aspirations To fulfill their cherished desires and ambitions, On the wings of hope that none can encroach Confidence, mettle, right attitude and approach.
Old generations must make a way for them Paving it with real affection With their proper guidelines and true direction, Unchain their zeal and unlock their will And let them fly with their own identity and calibre, They want to freely live their own life And explore the world, feel and enjoy experiences O, Watch-keepers! Patch up all spurious differences!
