she

The melodies she hums,

The blossoming smiles she wears,

The unseen wounds in her heart,

The ocean-like depth of her thoughts—

All together,

Turned the moonlight into her glow,

She… the epitome of beauty.

Like a flower, she carries grace,

Her long braid flows elegantly,

Her gaze is sharp like a blade,

Yet, she hides her dimples

Behind the veil of silence… she.

Bound by every bond,

Yet trapped in confinement,

Filling the four walls

With rivers of tears,

Still, she smiles through it all…

Perhaps she has inherited

The patience of Mother Earth.

She becomes the cradle of love,

Brings glory to her home,

Nurtures generations,

Paves the path for progress—

Yet, she remains unrecognized,

Lost in the shadows… she.

She bears witness to her child’s hunger,

She supports her aging parents

Through their struggles,

She endures the conflicts

Between her siblings,

Yet she never waits

For recognition from anyone.

No flashes of lightning,

No crashing thunder,

No quakes shake her soul—

With unyielding determination,

Like a fearless warrior,

She marches on… she.

She is none other than

The one who wishes well,

The one who spreads kindness—

She, the lamp of the home,

She, the honor of society.