The Bond ❤️❤️

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In the shadows of freedom, a scream is stifled, 
A doctor’s honor, by brute force, defiled. 
Seventy-eight years of independence, we say, 
Yet women walk in fear every single day.

Raksha Bandhan’s threads, in colors so bright, 
Promise protection in the soft moonlight. 
But what good are these vows, these words we speak, 
When our thoughts toward others turn so bleak?

We celebrate sisters, in love we rejoice, 
But turn deaf ears to the trembling voice. 
Blaming the victim, laughing in scorn, 
What kind of humanity have we truly borne?

Disgust fills the heart, a heavy, dark cloud, 
Where is the honor in making her bowed? 
In the land of goddesses, in the cradle of grace, 
Why must every woman hide her face?

Freedom's a lie when terror still reigns, 
When laughter echoes in her deepest pains. 
We tie the rakhi, we pray, we protect, 
Yet in our hearts, how much do we respect?

So, pause and reflect, let shame take its place, 
For it's our thoughts that need to embrace 
A change so profound, a truth so stark— 
Only then will the light dispel the dark.