It is a known fact Its a burden being a woman She has to conceal her pain As she is a woman
She is a bud, a garden A legacy of sacrifice Ethereal and mustical A chaff hidden in rice
She is a view, a mirror Our holy Gita Suppressed and blocked She is a Draupadi, A Sita
The world of man Has made her a satire Lost her in a game of dice sometime Or made her go through an ordeal of fire
Be it a state of morality Or one of moral decay She has to take the blame She hesitates to voice her thoughts They extinguish her flame
Why must she feel afraid? To travel alone The darkness grows behind her A shadow crepts around her Her fists are closed, heartbeat rapid She worries, scurries and does not talk Silently, she just walks
But now a voice rings out Loud and free I refuse to believe its a burden being me
She has changed, Stronger and confident The woman of today, woman of today
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