Mes Imaginations

Image created using photo editing software © Seema Jain/SOROBRAIN, 2013. All rights reserved. In spite of her suffering, she wanted to live, To the women of India, she wanted to give; The courage to revolt, to fight the system, So that there would be no more victims. She hoped to shake, to stir some grace, In the hearts of those who’ve lost their place; By dishonoring her, you’ve caused great strife, Such sons of India must face their plight. Damini, your death will not be in vain, As every woman today feels your pain; We’ll ensure that through our fight, You’ll see women standing up for their rights. May your soul find peace at last, Says a woman in grief, steadfast; These words are more than a condolence plea, They’re a vow for a future where all are free.  Seema Jain (An Indian woman) Founder  SOROBRAIN                               

Image created using AI tools. © Seema Jain/SOROBRAIN, 2024. All rights reserved. A geste of sadness with a gyst of gladness Where leaves making fall and creepers climbing wall In between two seasons making their transition Days become short and nights   making   drawl Like hearts that waver between joy and pain, The leaves descend, yet beauty remains; In every fall, there's a story untold, Of letting go, yet finding warmth in the cold.   Appears jack-o’-lantern along   with apple cider A mood of celebration as harvest on the hither With a melancholic bent perceiving eye ball A time of fecund bounty hath mingled with fall   Fall   from a height, fall for a pride, The season of autumn with a mixed sight   Leaving a message of bliss and dismal Hath fall in anything, let virtue not fall!     Seema Jain - Founder  SOROBRAIN