I remember the innocent face and pampering speech of my dear sister who used to ask me "how do I look?"
Through the sweet way of remembrance, present-day's anxiety has seeped into the seam of sewing a broken heart
Yes, that innocent face of my sister is only limited to remembrance today
Yes, that pampering voice is only limited to imagination today
Books saved me
Rape wolves begin to hunt innocent girl in a nation of peace when avoids prudent eyes
when refuse a love offer, has to deal with self-burnt face's case
I was scrutinizing myself to think love it sacred, but I was wrong
I was looking for love proposal and acid's relation, my dear sister
Those who ruin everyone else's dreams
day and night, teasing others with fake love
Ask yourselves one question
'Am I behaving humanely?"
Country where voice of peace had to be heard
the screams of rape are rampant
in the country with the slogan 'Come here to Gorkha (Nepal) for justice "
People are standing in the line for justice
We are in the society which sees only the stains on the moons
that society doesn't accept your acid-infused face, sister
trust yourself or else it doesn't matter if society accepts you
