"Against All Odds: Vinesh Phogat's Legacy"

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Dragged into the streets,
Abused,accused and assaulted,
Yet unanswered.

Fierce and Forceful,
Wrestled and tussled;
You slapped them with your victory,
A lesson that cannot be bought,

That was just one step ahead!!


Perhaps, if given a chance,
They'll eat your flesh,
And say those few grams that disqualified you,
Not a matter at all,
And the justice 
That was denied in the streets of India,
Has been retained on the stages of paris!

In the weird world of politics,
You are not strong enough,
Clever enough,
Hard enough!

But to women worldwide, 
You soar high above, 
Beyond seventh heaven, 
You’re a symbol of love. 

Five-zero or five-three, 
Gold or silver hue, 
Biceps and triceps, 
Your spirit shines through. 
Oh girl, never waver, 
Never give up the fight, 
You’ll be healed and heard, 
Your future is bright!

Vinesh Phogat, 
Your story's a blaze, 
A hero to many, 
In countless ways!

~ Irfa 💔



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