In the quiet shadows where whispers grow,
Lies a tale of dreams both high and low.
A world where hearts yearn equally to soar,
Yet shackled by traditions from ancient lore.

Beneath the same sky, aspirations bloom,
But some are kept in the dim-lit gloom.
Voices stifled by the weight of old decree,
Yearning to rise, to be bold and free.

Every step forward, a battle hard fought,
For rights and dreams that can’t be bought.
A relentless struggle for an equal stand,
To weave a future with an open hand.

Yet hope remains in the hearts that fight,
For a dawn where all can claim their right.
A world where gender no longer defines,
The limitless dreams or the paths they design.