A woman

  



The fight may be a disaster,
The words may be can fly,

May be it can take a long time; To soft embrace, To gentle kiss, To a tied hug to fill the space! Is there something new?? A quiet strength begins to shine! No sweet love, No kind apology, Just resolution, wild and strongly free.

She stands alone, And learns to be a fortress built for only her. 
          Each scar a lesson, 
          Sharp and deep, 
A solemn promise she will keep. 
          The emotional tides,
          She learns to ride, 
with no one there to stand beside her. 
          She is the anchor,
           firm and true. 

A victory she finds in you.
 So let the fight not lead to love,
 but to power from above. 
A woman strong,a spirit bold, 
more precious than a tale of gold
By Sumaiya Hawsdeen 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Nice poem
Anonymous said…
Nice poem.
Well explained
Vidya said…
Cheers

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