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Our honour was saved
I am the nanhi kali violated...
I am a woman,
But you could give me any name.
I am Bhavna;
They named me desire.
How ironic!
Small desires I had,
Sipping some wine and
Seeing a beach.
My love became my bane
My rebellion, my curse.
I challenged their honour
So, something had to be done.
They strangled my wishes
And cremated my dreams.
I am Farzana;
I carved a life
And fought for it.
They pelted my choice,
They battered my soul,
Their honour survived
But my baby died.
I am the letter peeping through brackets;
Reported often in the news,
Shrouded in sheen, meem, kaaf,
My story ensues.
I am the nanhi kali violated;
They talk about in the news,
My name is hushed,
My identity draped,
But we must thank our lucky stars,
Our honour is saved.
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