She

She is born with a silver spoon,

The sky enlightened with the glittering moon,

The sun and the stars are all happy,

To see an angel in a soft cocoon.

But there are some souls not so glad,

I pity the narrow mindsets they have had,

For, he is perhaps what they wanted,

And she is the reason why they are sad!

She can't grow and cannot conquer the world,

Is a prejudice that prevails,

That's when the balance of life derails.

Are her dreams still alive or are they all dead,

One can't really make out from the life she has led.

She still has dreams, she has seen with open eyes...

Which were somewhere buried between the shouts and cries,

They all will be fulfilled at some point of time,

For theres he who is watching, the Lord- the Divine!

She should be respected,

She should be nurtured,

For there is no reason she should suffer,

This is a world equal to all,

Where one has every opportunity to rise and fall,

He alone cannot run this worldly race,

Without her this race won't have any pace,

As with a he called husband and a she called wife,

There eventually evolves a new life.