See her walk with her head held high
Fearless, confident and strong
Untouchable and indestructible
Making the world dance to her song.
See her close the door behind her
Before she takes off her mask
Burnt, bruised, injured, damaged
She lets her truth, in sunlight, bask.
See her now tremble and cry
Her frail figure bent and weary
She drags her feet across the floor
And her eyes are puffy red and teary.
But the facade is not a deception
A lie for the world to see
It is to give herself the inner strength
To be who she is, who she wants to be.
See her step outside again
Keeping up with her poised display
With a smile across her beautiful face
She braves the world day after day.
~Aastha Aggarwal
Kozhikode, India
“Keeping up with her poised display
With a smile across her beautiful face
She braves the world day after day.”
nice ending lines…
Very nice poem full of gender reality.