Raise Warriors, Not Silent Dolls

Daughters are not meant for fairy tales alone,

This world is ruthless ,let them stand on their own.

Do not raise fragile dolls afraid to speak,

Raise fearless warriors, powerful not weak.

Teach them not silence when cruelty appears,

But courage to fight through hatred and fears.

For why are daughters still shattered by rape?

Why does dowry still decide a woman's fate?

Why are some sold like objects in a trade,

While greedy hands demand a price to be paid?

Never give your daughter where dowry survives,

Break those chains before they destroy her life.

Do not teach her to suffer quietly in pain,

Or hide her wounds beneath honor's name.

Yes, guilty are monsters who torture and kill,

But guilty too are those parents standing still.

Those who watch their daughter silently cry,

Yet ask her to endure instead of asking why.

Let her breathe freely, let her soul rise high,

No society is greater than her right to survive.

Do not cage her life with customs and fear,

Her dreams, her dignity ,keep them near.

A daughter is not born to bow and break,

She is fire, she is strength, she is the storm they wake.

Dr. Daisy Parihar

Jammu

Love

Love is an art, delicate and rare,

Painted with kindness, patience, and care.

Not every heart can color it right,

Some fade its beauty, some make it bright.

Many can promise beneath moonlit skies,

But few can stay when the silent heart cries.

For love is not words that vanish away,

It is choosing someone, each and every day.

It asks for courage, a selfless soul,

To heal the broken and make them whole.

Love is not glitter, nor moments that pass,

It is holding on gently when storms gather fast.

Some touch your hands, yet never your pain,

Some leave at sunshine, some stay in the rain.

For love is a language too pure to pretend,

A bond that grows deeper with every bend.

It lives in prayers whispered quietly at night,

In becoming someone’s comfort and light.

Not everyone who loves truly understands,

How fragile a heart is in another’s hands.

Love is an art, sacred and wise,

Hidden more in actions than beautiful lies.

And those who master this heavenly part,

Do not just love —

they become art themselves within someone’s heart.

Garima Sharma

Jammu