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The metamorphism of Indian woman: A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya

Even if she is panting, she can’t stop…
She can’t leave his hand midway, she can’t break rules…

Even in pain, she can’t stop working…
She needs to sacrifice her desires…


Sometimes she feels like a slave, just working to make everyone happy…
But times have changed…


Winds of change have dominated the atmosphere…
Now she is a rebel, not struck by the norms, challenges perceptions…


She makes her own rules, breaks the glass ceilings, and smashes the stereotypes…
She is vocal about her opinions and calls spade a spade…


She has become defiant and doesn’t strives to be perfect
Where is the fun in being flawless?


After all, she sleeps with a clear conscience…
She fights the dogmas, banishes the harsh comments down the washbasin…


The hint of confidence is engraved in her eyes…
Wearing the courage up her sleeves, she feels liberated…


She doesn’t need to answer anyone anymore…
The wave of women empowerment has swept the world…


Brought a revolution amongst the tradition-trapped women…
Unleashing the simmering fire within, somewhere a break-free woman is born