The tiger I once stitched, Bright golden and free, Walking gracefully in the forest, Are not anymore on a screen. They roam within me, With all confidence and Pride. Fighting with the stereotypes, Imposed on women worldwide. I removed the ring, Released the heavy emotional baggage. That once burdened me, With the responsibilities of toxic marriage. I am the tiger, that I once created, No longer weak, no longer suffocated, Roaring freely on the land I can write my fate with my own hand. - komal kumari