Woman! A Warrior...

To be a warrior,

Isn't a goal,

It's a journey of every woman,

Out there...

From the old days back,

Women leaving her footprints,

From universe to home,

And home to heart...

Dress change, people change,

Body change, but love,

Can't...

We aren't made to live and die,

We are made to leave our memories,

Till immortality...

Women creates them,

Either by herself or whatever she creates,

Maybe a baby...

That sweet little girl,

Carrying the barbie doll,

To that tough but soft,

Carrying the baby, Mom,

Women shows,

That being a warrior is in her blood...

You can do whatever with her body,

Or may be her bounded mind,

With your ugly mindset,

But you can never touch her soul,

Whose journey is,

Born to be a Warrior,

And die being the same...