 Good morning everyone, respected the panel of judges, my name is Sanjuki Lanokumar and my poem is on being a woman. It's titled, I write anyway. As I write thoughts rush in, is this right? Afraid, I sin. I write anyway to women out there, do not shy away. Voice out, what's unfair. She returned home alone in the evening. Well, not so alone in the streets where a man standing, and her attempts to escape. Oh, for lord, she says, a woman should walk under a mask. Shadow and he won't give her the words. She was in short skirt, making shirtless or bare chested excuse. And what about my five-year-old sister, so pure, innocent, and gave a sexually deprived monster? Why did she respect? Because she could be someone's daughter, she could be someone's mother or our sister. But they respect the woman, because she's a human. My brother, I remember as a child, a monster that was afraid of, growing up to realize human opportunities to appease. I wish to see, and the sons of freedom, I wish to see, is home, stay home. Those who is broken, they're bondage to you, to you, my sister, to you. I pay my homage. Thank you very much.