Woman Knight

She is standing now on the cliff,

Waiting for the sunrise so to know her hieroglyph.

She once had no clue what is her life,

Which was scrawled by ace of men with such strife.

From babyhood to adulthood, never had the upper hand of any activity.

Always had to live under the shadow of men, without any dignity.

She was taught to be soft and tender,

Because women are of weak gender.

She was explained to be submissive,

If not, then abrassed with the “higher” aggressive.

She always had so many dreams,

But only her heart could silently scream.

She accepted the norms ,

After some major “storms”.

As she entered to her adulthood,

She was confined inside for the “good”.

Always seen in the kithcen and doing the chores.

Mother told her, it will increase her “marriage” scores.

She kept silent in the whole plot,

Cause she believed her voice is meek and will never be given a thought.

She was atlast merged with a MAN,

Who promised her  to love her like a MAN can.

She was naïve and believed him so easily.

That she took him as diety pleasingly,

And she gave herself completely on their consummate night.

Without any fight, as she took him as her knight.

He promised her to love like no one would,

Help her to achieve her dreams like a man should.

Her innocence was so ignorant of the underlying facts.

How she was being played in the whole act.

Days passed, and her dreams are now covered with blue bruises.

He was now her knight of torment like succubus.

The long red cloth now couldn’t even drape the abuses,

And her tears were now drunk by the incubbus.

In the mid of her so many torments,

A reason for her new happiness budded,

She had no more regrets for what she underwent.

A small girl’s life was there inside the womb embedded.

She less knew her happiness is for limited time,

Her “MAN” came told her to abort that “slime”.

She was shocked, despair and shook her head to say no,

But her voice was muffled that night so that “it” doesn’t grow.

Next morning she found herself bleeding on her bed,

She knew her happiness was taken away which she dread.

There standing infront of the mirror naked,

She was spatting on the reflection with hatred.

To be not strong so far to save an unborn life,

To bled without any fight as the weak wife.

She took her red cloth and started draping her body,

The body was covered with blue blotches as a parody.

But she decided that morning to leave,

She knew she had no place with such a heave.

Realisation dawned in her, that there are many,

Like her, who must be going through the same deadly journey.

She now knew that MAN can't be always the knight.

A woman can also be there in one woman’s might.

That morning she left, without ever looking back,

Even after so many given options to back tracked.

Her life was tragic one can say,

But it was beautiful as she now saved many women at their may.

After a year of the nautical day, she now stands on the cliff,

For the sunrise to read her heiroglyph.

But now, she is the owner of the plot of her life,

Helping many women and girl to jot down their life.

Yes, she is a loser in many a ways,

But she became successful after losing in so many chases.

She no more need a man for her dreams,

Now she is herself a knight, for the other women dreams.