The day when I will be allowed to speak,
Speak without filter.
Proclaim without hesitation.
Talk without ifs and buts.
Discuss without a fear.

The day when I will be allowed to walk,
Walk without trembles .
Crawl without the support.
Roam without permissions .
Run without limitations .

The day when I will be allowed to love,
Love without the fear of society.
Express it without inhibitions.
Reflect it without honour being killed.
Propose without any guilt.

The day when I will be allowed to chat, sing, dance, wear, swear, run, leap, kiss, listen, marry, pledge, jump, think, step, dream!

The day when I will be allowed to LIVE.

That day I fear, will take centuries to come.
When, the clock won't decide my partying time .
When, "Cover your body" won't be each mother's line. 
When, the society won't decide what should I do.
When, talking with boys won't loose my character.
When, I would be par with my brother's stature.
When, my husband's  surname won't be my identity's stagger.

But that one century would definitely come. Where I and we all could live without these
society's imperfection
Without, our imperfections!