Somber street, misty night,
the silence was deafening.
The air kissing the shrubs,
nightingale, in the dark, singing.
There she walked,
in the murky black, alone.
Trudging with fear,
shivers quivering her bones.
Why was she uncertain
in her own city?
A place what the world
calls "a forward community".
Perhaps because the world
is an abominable place to be a girl.
Somewhere when boys rule,
and fear makes girls' fingers curl.
When will this society realise,
that women are just as wise.
"Modern and globalised" are just terms,
incompetent is what a society is
until a girl child flies.