Indian women are truly unique,
With their steady persistence, they can scale any peak!
Entrepreneurs, homemakers, or teenagers,
They are par excellence, be it business, kids, or smarts,
Aware, sensible, and ready-to-go,
Their scarce resources don’t make them slow.
When they have to bear social humiliations,
They fight for their rights and defy limitations!
Even when raped, battered, and left to fail,
They rise like a phoenix and leave a trail,
Killed before they are even born,
Shameful it is, though now not a norm.
At places they are murdered for love,
And their souls cry out “please don’t judge”!
With positivity, will, and extreme courage,
They sustain relationships, and build bridges.
They imagine, create, and implement,
They trust themselves to a large extent,
When chances are bleak and there is no support,
Even then they survive, and don’t lose hope!
. These days my major annoyance is that he pokes his nose too much almost everywhere well quite literally. So that means if a door is closed and the AC is on, he would poke his nose and barge in with elan with a high expectation to be pampered and treated with open arms. But the question arising out of the whole situation is who closes the door finally…well let’s keep that a secret.