Shrilling Roar

In every form

She builds up the nation

That starts from her own creation.

Through different names

That she is called by

Her power is the only choice.

Keeping her head high

She stands firm admits the crowd,

And, learns to fight against the storm.

Pulled down by the demons

That does not let her shine,

She makes her way even in the darkest of times.

The heart beats,

When the pen writes

And, the woman always shines.

Through every day

And, in all nights

She builds up her knight.

As time passes

She creates her own sword,

To become a warrior who will never fail.

The battlefield;

That has been associated with men

Now holds the morals of gain.

The castle which she builds,

Drowned in her own deeds

Whether to lose or fight

She is muted for life.

The bright and dark days,

Full of energy

Either positive or negative

Crawls up to her in the name of purity.

Inch by inch,

Decaying her soul

And hollowing the need to grow

Eliciting the fire she has got within.

The demons eating her up,

For the witch she is

As the blessed curse is acting upon

With the powers reciprocating.

And, she overpowers the filthy tunnels

Where she is denied, love

And makes a magnificent choice

Of acquiring her own demands.