Phoenix - The Fight Of A Woman

In the dusk of a candle

Beside a shady mirror,

She sat in a melancholy corner .

Her throat was dry

But eyes were wet.

The tattered cloth wrapped her

And it felt as if she was getting dissolved into them as one.

Momentary wind blew her tangled yet dark hair off her face,

I saw the fight still left in her.

They were not able to extinguish her fire,

She was just prepping herself to rise .

She knew that when she did she will be nothing but victorious.

It was her weakness that lay in stillness..defeated!

I had won yet again.

When they hurt her they thought they ripped her apart,

When they insulted her they thought they won her over ,

Little had they known her ,

Little had they known a WOMAN.

Who am I ? I am her strength!.

I am looking at her weakness torn and tattered

But I stand upright !

I stand , not just to fight but to prove that

I am unconquered .. unbeaten!

I gulp the poison of 'being undermined' like Shiva,

I have faith in my Krishna

And mental prowess of Durga!

The world may try to push me but I end up leading them,

With a unconditional passion to prove

That the storm cannot stop me because I AM the STORM!