She.

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.