And here we are today.
Today we celebrate.
Today we remember and pay respect.
Today we remember her journey.
It was hard, it still is.
She sacrificed everything.
The struggle was real,
it still is.
The day she took a quill in her hand
and wrote her first letter;
They gasped in disappointment,
said it’s against the law of nature.
When she stepped out,
they robbed her existence.
When she expressed herself,
even her breathing met with a resistance.
And then one day, she picked up a sword;
A lightning pierced through the dark sky.
Surpassed over centuries,
her whimpers became war cry.
There was no looking back.
Jumping off a cliff, she kept marching ahead.
Died in a battle, over and over again.
On her burial ground, civilisations were made.
And here we are today.
Times have changed, so are battles.
But today we celebrate.
Today we remember and pay respect.
Today, for those who ask why?
It is for all those who came before us,
it is for all those who made our journey easy.
It is for her who still struggles and have to justify.
It is for her who still bleeds with thousand judging eyes.
Beyond our wall of privilege,
it is for her who is still fighting, for her basic right.
Today we don’t just celebrate,
today we take a pledge to change.
Today we hope, that humanity will mature some day.
Hope that one day,
world will not need a ‘Women’s Day’.
Until that day…
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