She was walking past the road,
With the dressing style of her own;
She had ethos of hers,
For which she was till date unknown;
She was the one, who wasn't allowed to live freely,
And lived as per the wishes of him;
She was the one, who had killed her dreams before,
With the dagger of her kin.
"Oh look at her ", said the mocking and disgracing crowd;
They all stood with their open eyes closed;
They said:
"Isn't she the one, the cause of all undone,
The one very inept;
The one who brings the rest discomfort,
The one who is always unkept."
The excruciated women now turned back and answered:
"Yes! It is me!
And it is something I am proud to be;
It is me, who has brains of her own;
It is me, and my way to live;
It is me, and now-
I WANT TO BE KNOW.
You didn't let me live the way I wanted to,
You never let my thoughts come out;
You never gave me freedom of my own,
And you always considered me a lout;"
By now the flock was left with their mouths shut;
This time they realised their mistake;
They figured out that they had been killing souls;
They realised how many of her they had defamed;
She once again resumed her tongue,
And told them-
" I am afraid no more;
Not afraid of anything what you say,
No more I am an introvert,
And from now on,
I WILL BE KNOWN "