Ananya Verma
Published: March 2023 | 4 min read
"A fiery manifesto challenging patriarchal norms through verse"
                        My voice, once ember in the night,
                        Now flames that pierce through society's blight,
                        In every verse, a battle won,
                        The revolution has begun.
                    
                    
                        The crackle of pages turning into weapons,
                        Words sharpened on the whetstone of oppression,
                        Each stanza a marching beat,
                        Our pens drumming revolution's heat.
                    
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