Women Charting New Epochs and Reforms

Spiders kept weaving their webs, Dust knocking on closed windows, Within closed books and cupboards, Coolness settled in. Among the stacks of dozens of books, Mosquitoes turned like ascetics, Taking residence in the classroom's walls, As the clock on the wall continued ticking. At last, I embraced transformation, A revolution was imperative, For women's existence, In the evolving fabric of society, And for the ultimate triumph - Where on the streets, The rights of the people Won't be trampled, The dignity of women Won't be bartered, No one will inquire About anyone's caste or creed, All will be equal and deserving, Dust will be swept off the books Then new volumes will be scripted, Where women Will chart the course of new epochs and reforms.