So far, This has been my biggest disappointment as a well-educated and learned female who is capable of contributing to this very own society that has judged me, looked me down on so many levels.

To the 'stereotypical' Society,

Yes. I tagged you, amidst the desperation of un-tagging my own self.

Yes. I judged you, amidst the bubbling desire of being left un-judged.

Sometimes your typecasting starts even before we land on this Rotating spherical ball. You take it all upon yourself, making it your call.

Pink for girls, blue for boys. Those tiny neonates can't even decide.

Hey, you're a girl. All you should know is you can't wrestle.

A little off-shoulder dress is what you target, a big fuss of character analysis you create.

What kind of a macho guy gets depressed. You are a man, you are not supposed to cry, you are not supposed to express.

Words like pull-shot, inside-out, straight-drive, cover-drive. Coming from a girl becomes a huge surprise.

A female driver has to be the cause of the accident, you decide. While there was a drunkard staring back from the other side.

Why is it not safe to travel alone? Why there's a persistent need to be guarded by a clone?

This is modernisation highly influenced by clubbing, pubbing and drinking. But when done by women, they are projected to be out-going.

For a decent place amidst you, I longed. All I wanted was to get belonged.

With each baseless label of absurdity, some hopes lost, some dreams crumbled. Adorning a look of helplessness, handicapped equality trembled.

Now that I think deep, I feel the weight of the tags I keep.

Only to the tunes of my uncaged Heart, I would like to dance. There's no way I'm gonna leave any chance.

Your's
Yet Another disappointed 'tagged' victim.