It made my blood boil with rage
Listening another story, another killing of a phrase
Dear women, you are goddesses in this country, is a lie
Ashamed of the turmoil, I won’t deny

What did you expect, the trauma will stop?
They worship you during Navratri and despise you on another cause
They will blame you for their actions, and they won’t repent
Where is your gardar, till when will you make them understand?

You will die, every now and then
There will be debates, with multiple judgements
They will make you quiet with all possible ways
Where is that weapon, which safeguards your cage?