Let her anklets sing the songs
The songs of exuberance
The songs of emancipation.
May the mellifluous lyrics
Usher in shimmering hope
Smeared to equality and certitude.
May her anklet bequeath a chasm
Of undaunted femineity
That tell tales of achievements,
And stories of pride and celebrations
Obliterating the pesky patriarchy.
Let every chime of her anklets,
Whistle a blissful song
The song of independence
Unfurling delicate yet resolute will power
Illuminating the dying embers
Of hope and positivity
Let her anklets sweet mutterings rent the air
Conveying a multitude of unvoiced emotions
Singing those muffled and unheard ballads
How I wish those anklets adorned her feet
Instead of those ruthless fretters
And shameless shackles
Of morbid inequality, chaotic prejudices
And beastly darkness.