Caught in the web of poverty,

Shattered hopes and dreams so hazy

With vision in her sparkling eyes ,

And life spent in cooking half cooked rice,

It was just one chance she looked for

To be happy and a earn a penny more

Girls are supposed to be weak

Have no ambitions and their future is bleak

Do not raise your voice in front of a man ,

Oh ! look you burned the roti on the pan,

Your ambitions is what you have to hide

For they have to choose their submissive bride

Sweeping away the dust and losing the fight

Her eyes fell on the picture so bright

One line on poster made her heart pound

Was it too early to conceal her desires in burial ground?

“Fighting all odds, Mamta becomes an IAS officer” it read

Her journey looked now clear ahead

It was no more about what her fore fathers say

I’ll break the barriers come what may

‘I’ll work giving my blood and sweat’,

It was now time to change the mindset

She rose high above all her inhibitions

Walked endlessly towards her mission

Oh ! look at that lady in saree

Isn’t she too pretty?

A smile spread across her gentle face

She was a winner in this life race

Standing right in front of that old poster

She bent a little as a warm gesture

‘Ma’am girls are eagerly waiting to hear you ‘, a voice called

She was welcomed with thundering applaud

Standing tall and with life full of exacting rides

The young IAS was now ready to guide the young minds

Submitted by Rohini Jha , Symbiosis Institute of Management Studies , Pune


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