SHE IS I
I see a person standing before me,
Bruised and broken
Torn and shattered
And yet her eyes glistened in joy-
With tattered clothes
Wearing a proud look on her face
Yes, she’s a woman.
A woman, seen as a delicate being
Weak and ignorant-
A useless and baggage.
Society- tells such funny lies,
For the lady before me stood firm
Among thousands of storms.
The she before me raised her head
Among daggers of judgment looks.
The woman before me cried and showed vulnerability
But remained strong-willed full of dignity.
Through her shell closed days,
A pupa hid in grief, swallowed in pain and agony
Refused to see the light-
Not till the very day.
As wings of hope did not delay,
A butterfly fluttered up into the skies above
Inspiring every woman who lost their ways.
Build to break up towered walls
Even move mountains for the sake of all.
Fated to brew cinematic unwavering fire-
To every desire of passionate selfless love.
Giving birth to life.
A piece of advice-
She’s not just a hero in disguise
Bravery not just for front
Carrying a pure golden heart.
To my surprise,
The woman before me smiled
And I- the same, for she is I
And I am she.
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