|For the society, how easy it is to judge a woman by her clothes,
but no one tells a man about his do's and don’ts.
We know this fact very well,
Yet we choose to ignore,
Who cares anyway?
We're too busy doing our routine chore.
But for how long will we keep quiet?
Wont there come a day to fight?
When they reach the limit of tolerance,
The women will rise against the tribulance,
With the heat of hundred suns,
And the power of thousand moons,
The birth of a nymph,
Will be considered as a boon.
For this day I shall wait.