In the workshop’s dim and dusty air, Where drea | English Poetry

In the workshop’s dim and dusty air, Where dreams are sewn with utmost care, The threads of hope and pain entwine, In Kolkata’s dark, where stars decline. RK Garments' story etched in woe, A testament to what we know. That every girl and woman’s plea, Deserves a world of equity. In silence, shadows stretch and breathe, Yet in our hearts, a fire seethes. A yearning for a world renewed, Where justice stands and rights are viewed. Through every anthem’s forceful call, Through every rise, through every fall, We strive to break these chains of old, To forge a future brave and bold. From the celestial heights above, To earthly realms where dreams are shoved, We plead for change, for voices clear, For every girl and woman dear. With every struggle, every song, With every heart that beats so strong, We seek a dawn where justice shines, Where every dream and hope aligns. So let us raise our voices high, To touch the stars, to reach the sky, And in the fight, let love prevail, For every girl and woman’s tale. ©twisha ray #JusticeForMoumitaDebnath #rgkarkolkata #trnojo96