Where the moon was shy
Where all the what ifs deny
Those trees, covering the sky
There stands a woman, veiling her chest
There stands a woman with a single breast
Was it the magic of her sweat or the fragrance of wood
Or may the strong essence of her womanhood.
The glamour of her nature covering her anxiety
Thinking about the retarded doomed society
All the hustle going on in her mind
About the taboos of scars, bald skull and her weight
All the memory of romance and motherhood she rewind
After all the pain she carried still she stand straight.
The beauty of her bald skull may prevail
Because she has the power to collect all the stars in her veil
After all the pain of disdain,
Power of womanhood still remains.