Deity In Disguise

She comes with the glory of the past,

She comes with a pinch of spark in the dark,

She comes when all powers fall prey,

She comes when there is lush green grass,

She remains alive even though she has no worldly existence,

Strength and vigor with elegance in a figure,

Every decade, every year or every minute you say,

When cruelty rings in the corner of the street,

She wakes up, igniting the flare of acrimony

She is present in every mother, every daughter, every wife, and every sister,

She is a deity in disguise...