Half of world belongs to you
And rest half is created by you
But still searching for dignity in queue
She is unaware of her blend of ice and fire
An idol which can always be used to admire
Questioning her chastity is tradition
But questioning your integrity is sedition
Battle of sexes for superiority is ages long
But who cares about screams of silent song
Celebrating women's day every year may be a custom
Treating them as a human being is purpose
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