Strength of Women

To this day of celebration,

As we foresee, 

Again a year has revolved around,

The society and it's orthodox norms;

The fate of women 

In the hands of the elderly

The realm where women stood behind

Awaiting the gratitude she is,

So worthy; 

Till when, will they discriminate on the name of thy lord, 

The goddess on the throne, I see 

 is whom these men pray with 

strings on the cords,

For women are the same, only their 

gestures divergent

Those with coats on, comment on skirts and shorts

Similar to the attire of the ancient times to which the modernity is coherent;

The canopy she creates for her family, 

Whether with trousers and pleated coats or the drape of saree

As she sails in her own dreamy boat,

Ready she is, whether with a flight of her target,

Or to dive in the deepest sea to spank the unforeseen regrets

She is the women not by her choice, but now lives by her own terms 

To drink the vices of foul mouth

And enlighten her fate with the Marvel of her affirm.