Passing through the street many whispers I can hear
Bitch,slut or whore I heard it clear as I got near
Looked at myself nothing wrong I find in me there
Crop top,jeans or shorts who are u to decide my character dear?
Oh,forgetting you’re the society whose respect I should care
More than my comfort your opinions are my parent’s fear
According to your thoughts they decide my future career
Why they trust your words more than their children’s tear?
You protect us,as a child I heard it so loud and clear
Discrimination,dowry or chaupadi ,protection was so rare
Blaming and taunting nothing right I could see in there
This is for your good they said as they always interfere.
Higher was my ambition but burden in my path you were
Bound me with chain of your rules as I made my choices clear
Breaking those stereotypes finally I could reach there
I am doing good your judgments now I don’t care.