• dhivyadharshinigajendran 6w

    Woman

    She is a rising fire that you can't curtail.
    Glowing, gleaming and burning high.
    She could reign thrones, rule and prevail.
    She sets her monarch above the sky.
    Never defined by the words weak or frail.
    Nor by beauty standards you devise.
    Unshaken grit against any assail.
    She may fall but again she would rise.
    She walks with hopes in her soul to avail,
    Through every warfield that she walks in.
    Never is she afraid to fall nor to fail.
    She has the spirit of warrior within.


    ©dhivyadharshinigajendran