An Ode To The Lady

She caught my eye

Impeccable as one could have ever seen.

Amidst the chaos such serenity

Her smile so flawless could have ever been.

Very still the moment stood,

Awestruck by admiration

Quenched my desire as much as I could.

A lady like any other, is she?

Or an exquisite kind maybe.

Growing up facing a million odds

Fighting the challenges

Of men who called themselves Gods.

A warrior could she be?

Carrying the weight of expectations,

From the day, she would start crawling on her knees.

Locked away in the secret chambers,

Her love dreams and desires.

Sacrificing the tears in her eyes

For other’s happiness

She holds the keys.

The spokes in the wheels keep turning

From dusk to the rise,

Broken yet she smiles

Wounded yet she fights

Heavy yet she flies the skies

Dreaming of Paradise.

I feel like a silhouette with no substance

Or a shadow fading in the distance.

Imagining what could she really be?

A flowing river maybe,

Flowing through thick and thin

Falling providing, finally

Sacrificing into the sea.

A miracle she is,

Holding us all together.

If not the universe would have demised

For she is the gravity in disguise