I have a handwriting of my own,
same as my face,
which resembles none.
Out of million and crores million
my mind works unmatched,
and the voice alien.

I am nobody’s territory,
therefore no need of bravery.

I am no support,
or port
to any ocean.
Nor a weak
or frail, fragile to any occasion.

I am to no lineage,
though heritage is bounded
to me as wage.
Me a liberated creature
within,
know me as Woman,
an individual as a man.