She emerged out as warrior,. She never wanted to be a queen,. She was a beautiful poem,. Incomplete,unheard and unseen.
She wore her pain like high heels,. And walked towards her passion,. She cried in the night under her palms,. Yet, she is a marvelous temptation.
She again smiles the next morning,. As if she never cried last night,. She is a one woman army,. Famous for love and known for fight.
She stands tall,in front of all,. Provides everybody with love and care, You may find a million girls, But a women like her is very rare.
She dances between the heart and brain,. Demanding for the right & forgiving the wrong. Now she has become difficult to sing,. She was a poem now transformed into song.