(Name changed to protect identity)
From Silence to Strength
“And then she found her voice,
In letters, in words, in choice.”
In prison walls, Meera came,
With heavy heart and a burning shame.
Eyes full of silence, shoulders of weight.
She spoke so little, trusted none,
Thought her story was long undone.
“No books, no pens,” she’d quietly say,
“Learning won’t change my yesterday.”
But hope has hands that gently hold,
And words that warm the silent cold.
India Vision Foundation team reached out, day by day,
With patience, care, and gentle sway.
She joined the class, unsure, afraid,
Where chalk and slate her fears outweighed.
No letters known, no name to sign,
But slowly stars began to shine.
A single name, her own, she wrote,
Tears welled up and caught her throat.
A signature, not just a line,
But proof her soul could still define.
Now Meera reads with joy and grace,
A shining light on her own face.
No longer lost, no longer small,
She’s learned to rise, despite the fall.
This is more than literacy,
It’s reclaiming identity.
For in the darkest prison night,
Education became her light.
“She wrote her name, and rewrote her fate,
A quiet soul now standing great.
