In silence she stands, with tears in her eyes,
A mother, heartbroken, but with no cries.
Her daughter's dignity, torn and betrayed,
Yet in the shadows, her voice is delayed.
The weight of the world, on her fragile chest,
She hides her pain, unable to protest.
For in her silence, the family's honor lies,
A truth concealed beneath heavy sighs.
The world looks on, with judgment so cold,
Blaming the victim, while the perpetrator's bold.
Her love for her daughter, too strong to speak,
In silence, she hopes the pain will peak.
But silence deepens the wounds that remain,
A daughter's soul is burdened with pain.
Her confidence shattered, her spirit unclear,
The world feels unsafe, consumed by fear.
Oh, if only the mother could raise her voice,
To protect her daughter, and give her a choice.
To break the silence, to fight the wrong,
To build a future where she belongs.
But this silence must end, for healing to start,
The mother's strength, the daughter's heart.
In unity, society must take a stand,
For honor and justice, hand in hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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