Woman: Born Magnificently Sturdy

The kohl lined eyes..

So radiant did they emerge..

Such perfect shape..

With outgrown eyelashes..

And dark brown Len's..

Complementing the white sclera..

An eyeful picturesque image..

Like one descending from the wonderful imagination..

None could but see.. the whole of the beautiful face..

Just visualizing what the remaining would look like..

The part hidden beneath the veil..

The radiant skin.. like ripened peach..

So soft felt the texture,

Velvety smooth and radiating glow..

Like an orb flickering on the dark night..

She hid herself from the pride of wolves..

Wanting to tear her down..

Of her pride that she owned..

Not beauty enriched derma..

But the respect and pride for herself..

Her body, that no-one had an access to..

That she considered pious and reverent..

And knew her soul to be pure..

That nobody had a right to ever dishonour it..

And put her to shame ever..

Was what she learnt about herself..

Long before the world made her understand..

Her worth and dignity..

She knew it all.. but she already became a victim..

Though she never let any predator pounce upon her..

And the price she paid was the scar of acid..

On her but bright beautiful face..

With SCAR'S too, she did ascertain..

She wasn't vulnerable to break down so easily..

But stood up with pride and dynamism to ever back off..

Or lower herself from such malevolent craters..

And become an inspiration for woman..

To be proud of their existence..

Let alone the vulture cult be an offence and shame to their respective existence..