In our times when the possibility of survival of humans is on the margins,
You are fighting the battle to keep humans humane
You are fighting for those rights
Which are slowly slipping away from our grasp
And we are turning into puppets
Puppets don't have rights, Irony!
You know this and that is why you are also restless
With man turning into a puppet
you are fighting the battle of the margins
While the society has decided
For you too, a separate margin
Margin, where sometimes you become a woman and
Sometimes a resident of that part of my land, which is not visible with open eyes to the axis and To those who live on the axis Or that they do not want to see those far-off margins
But your voice coming from somewhere at one end Cannot reach as it collides with the walls Which are probably made of steel
And returns back to you
You probably don't know
That behind these steel walls there is a conspiracy going on
A conspiracy to not let humans remain humane
That rules and regulations are being decided, Drafts are being prepared
To turn humans as soon as possible into mere puppets
the remaining humanity is being trampled
And pawns are being prepared for chess
Do you know, Irom, pawns don't have rights
They are mechanical, moving machines
In this extremely inhuman time you are
Fighting for humanity, Fighting for your rights
Fighting for the rights of your loved ones
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day ☺️ 🙏. @vikbuddy