She

She would not throw in the towel,

Not now, not in the future,

In her holy crusade against injustice, inequality, and torture.

Her past endeavours to stand tall in the face of disasters has,

Assured this fact in life’s stamp paper.

She is a warrior armoured with the weapons of,

Love, sympathy, patience, perseverance, resilience,

And an undying thirst to ensure her own and her loved one’s fruitful existence.

Throughout her life she has been fighting against,

The megalomaniac patrons of patriarchy,

To win her rights and to gain equality.

Every time her just demands has been denied,

She has renewed her vow to fight for her rights.

Though she has been shackled with prejudice’s tentacles,

Yet she has strived to create something beautiful,

Something meaningful out of this total chaos and has,

Remained a propagator of peace,

Even after suffering personal losses.

The thorny principles of subjugation have recurrently bloodied her feet,

And she has been told that she is too frail, too weak to lead.

And though many a times she has been bullied and belittled,

Yet everytime she has arisen from the dust to turn over a new leaf.

(25 lines)

Note: This poem is about my mother who struggled a lot to give us a meaningful life.