But worry not for our safety as we can play with fire.
As we are the only ones that can bring life to this wooden world,
And yet we are accused to be the symbol of disgrace for being bold.
Measured with color, curve and custom,
Rather than position, pride and our stand in the world's podium.
Shut down if we speak our mind,
We are expected to be perfect without being our perfection defined.
We can be warriors as well as wife,
We can defend our own as well as our tribe.
But world still tries to push us down,
Because it would be illegal for a women to wear a crown.
We can rule with all our might but still we stand aside,
Because love is all we are made up of and not made for fight.
But if push comes to shove,
We can rise adamantly high and above.
- Kajal Panwar
