A gust of wind,
Penetrating the sea,
High tides, flashes of light,
Emerge from the soul of despair.
Far stood a woman,
Skeptical of her identity,
Her cry,
Who am I? Oh, divinity!
Tears roll down the soul,
A manless world as a whole,
Vultures rise from dark clouds,
Like a lil hummingbird with a foul.
Stood witnessing black sunset,
Aspiring for the limelight.
Oh! Creator, lead the path to the blind,
Heal the desperate heart,
Mercy be upon the soul
Longing for your grandeur,
A thin light fills the heart with grace,
To face this world with a phrase.
“I am a woman,
I am a woman with modesty,
Not an object of your cruelty!”
~Rumana Khanum
Mysuru, India