She Will Forever Be...

When all is fair and good,
Dancing in the rain,
In the times of innocence
What happens when vice prevails?
Patriarchal it is,
Social norms apply,
Ill fated about her feminist side.
Degraded. Fallen, Consumed within.
She shares little,
It gnaws at her skin.
It is not all, that she states.
In her mind, recalling the unfortunate relays.
She paces in her graces,
Observing the amiability each day.
The gloom of shadows,
Keeping up with prejudices.
She has her moments,
Moments that don’t rectify the wrongs.
Taking the pace off her life,
She slows down, disintegrates inside.
It is contrived, defeats her faith.
Heart and soul under a veil,
Love borne off her chaste stance.
The womb of love and forgiveness has known no another.
In her facial lines, stems expression.
Words belie and a world of implicit pervades.
The rise of phoenix is her strength.
No one man injustice will conquer her land.
It is the call of curtain raiser,
Privy to her centre stage.
Tomorrow will be no different.
Innumerable follies, all pervasive.
Staring in her face as strangers once disgraced.
The loss is no more hers.
She has grown within.
Not regretting a day,
For having bent backwards
For not having tried to break away.
Trampled and tormented,
Moral courage she never deceives.
Laughs with you and humors idiosyncrasies.
Does not die a secret,
Living the life of a mystery.
The epitaph reads,
She is a woman to me, She is a woman and will forever be.