In the quiet corners of our hearts,
A longing for justice never departs.
We stand together, both young and old,
For Tilottama's story to be told.
Through fields of dreams and skies so wide,
We envision kites that soar with pride.
Each thread a hope, each flutter a plea,
For fairness and truth to set her free.
Children's laughter mingles with the breeze,
As they send their kites with gentle ease.
Their innocence, a beacon bright,
Guides us all through the darkest night.
Every color, every kite that soars,
Carries wishes to distant shores.
To see Tilottama's justice come,
And peace, at last, for everyone.
In the dance of kites and whispers soft,
We await the day when wrongs are off,
And Tilottama's name shines clear,
In justice's light, forever near.
©twisha ray
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