A pristine kitchen, a well kept house
She weeps in a corner quiet as mouse
.
An imported rouge, hides a bruise
A skin beautified by a lightening course
.
Her skills at darning, a thing to behold
She must look smart, but not be bold
.
Lined with kohl, the doey eyes
Make her starve for the perfect size
.
She will be mistress of the hearth
Her status will rise, with every son’s birth
***
And SHE who made her in her image
Cried as virtues became her cage
.
So SHE lit her fires and made her anew
Skewed, flawed with a strong sinew
.
Dark was her skin, with tangled hair
Her eyes breathed fire, all beware
.
SHE gave her teeth, to rip off their flesh
Protect her young and cut off her leash
.
SHE kissed her forehead, gifted her ire
Ambition stoked her inner fire
.
A sword in one hand
In another SHE put a scribe
.
And placed love in her heart
For self and her tribe
.
Content with her sculpture
God finally smiled
.
And said Go my child
Be brave, be wild.
Plight of woman ! Beautifully depicted
Wonderfully perfect!!
Woah!
Pallavi this is powerful. Well done
Awesome…
Lovely poem Pallavi
Brilliant!
Beautifully portrayed reality
A wonderful compliment to womanhood.
This is so uplifting!!
Brilliant poem. I love the hopeful ending.
Awesome 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Amazing. 💚
Beautiful poem 💚
Powerful poem
Beautiful 💚