She was born to be free...
Among flowers n trees,
And fly with birds,
While play with herds.
But shackles grew
Before she knew,
For the lies they fed
Of obscurity instead.
Her exuberance shunted...
Her prowess disregarded...
Her dreams looted,
Her voice muted.
Oh people make way....
Of the new she today
Of grace dignified,
And exuberance personified!
You hid her gift,
And thought they went adrift...
She was here always
With absolute grace,
Amidst all shackles and ban
Nurturing him to be a man.
She was a gem so rare
You thought her unaware...
Kept her a lock,
While she taught u to walk.
Now think oh people.....
Whom u thought so feeble
Could bear the yolk and still be chaste
A man in so eternal penal....would he last?
