Hi Guys!
I'm back with a new poem!
This poem is about freedom from cycles of the past, cycles that have been going on and on, year upon year. Society has so many such cycles in play such as gender stereotyping, glass ceiling, restrictions related to love and marriage, and so many more, which are not concurrent with present times.
Generation on generation such cycles become traumatic and toxic and as each new generation decides to break free from such cycles they subsequently end up being a part of it.
This poem depicts exactly the same.
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TITLE: GHISA PITA TAPE RECORDER
Sadiyon se chala aa raha ek ghisa pita tape recorder tha,
Chi-chu chi-chu si aawaz kiye,
barso purani samajik reeti rivaz ki kahaniya sunaye jata tha.
Yeh kahaniya thi char deevaro ki,
purani soch, aadat aur bahano ki,
bandh rakhe swatantra aavazon ki.
Par kya hum yeh dohrate?
Humari soch toh aasmano mein rehti thi,
ho badlon sang khilkhilana,
ya bijlio sang jhilmilana,
thaan liya tha humne ki ek nayi duniya banani thi.
Saal beet gaye aur ek din yeh baat hume yaad aani thi,
vada kiya tha joh humne woh baat toh ab purani thi,
aaj bhi chalta hai woh ghisa pita tape recorder ghar pe,
bas fark sirf inta hai ki aawazein ab humari thi.
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Note: I do not intend to hurt or offend anyone's feelings or sentiments with this work.
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Hope you'll liked it!!😳
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