So often snipped in the bud,
Not allowed to take form and grow,
And when the snipping is not done,
Then the growth is orchestrated to be slow,
For want of proper food and nourishment.
In spite of this,
If growth does take place,
Then obstacles and impediments
Are placed, in this life’s race.
Yet if the race is won,
By assiduousness and strife,
What awaits this tragic life,
Is but an awful sacrifice
At the altar of selfishness and greed
This life? – ‘tis indeed
That of the woman.
But amidst all odds
She stands unvanquished –
For down the ages,
She continues to persevere –
Making her mark,
In our socio – economic atmosphere.