She is my bestie,
More than a soul sister,
Closer than my own sibling.
She laughs aloud when she is happy,
She swears a lot when gets angry,
She twirls around in her skirt,
Proudly amidst the saree clad elders,
She hangs around with friends,
Returns home past midnight,
Doesn’t care about the gossips,
Surrounding her free willed ways,
Doesn’t cry much often,
As much as I do,
From the reflection of my tears,
I see her consoling me,
“There are no rules to break,
Living your life is your take,
Release me from inside you,
And I’ll show you what you missed all these days.”
Yes, I require to adhere to the rules,
Set by the conservative society fools,
In the quest of being in their good books,
Didn’t know when I lost my own identity.
Until I met this enigmatic girl,
Who unshackled me from all the bonds,
Made me realize was answerable to only God,
If simply living a life,
As per one’s own wish,
Not bending to anybody’s order,
Was a high stake privilege,
And the practitioner was called a Feminist,
Then the intolerant world needs to open up,
Their dirt filled clogged up mind,
And stop setting boundaries,
For the effervescent individual minds,
That need no motivation to fly,
No inspiration to shine.
They are patient strugglers,
Born conquerors!
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