When Silence Sleeps
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Almost every countries grant people the right to speak and express their feelings. But this is ofcourse not correct. There are certain people whose words are still unheard, whose cries have been muted by hate and violence. Their hearts lament in silence.
They need a voice. A voice that can help them ventilate their grievances. They try to speak but we are too busy to hear. And the people mostly affected are the woman.
They are suppressed all life long. But still one day they will give up their silence and fight back. Let's wait and celebrate that day..... So if their hearts can't speak, let their old rusty graves speak.
Let them rise up....
Let silence sleep.....
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