I, too, would voice my words aloud,
I, too, would write against the crowd,
Had Sita stood her ground that day,
Had she chosen a different way.
History would have turned so strong,
A bride would bring her love along,
A man oppressed would find his way,
No chains of fate to make him stay.
If only dreams were free to rise,
Not crushed beneath tradition’s ties,
If heads held high could walk with...