When do women have the liberty to live their lives without fear?
Are they haunted by the specter of violence and tear?
When do their voices thunder, with a crescendo of courage and might?
When do their spirits soar freely, on the wings of unbridled delight?
When do they rise up united, and claim their rightful place?
When do they shine with a radiance, that illuminates the space?
When do they have the power, to speak their truth and be heard?
Are they muted, by the silence of a thousand unspoken words?
When do the cadences of their hearts synchronize with the rhythm of freedom's unyielding pulse?
Do women really get freedom, even as we celebrate 78th Independence of our nation?
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