In this perilous journey…
Facing them head-on,
Stumbling a few times,
Into the dark and the silent abysm.
Dust yourself up.
Burning with such incandescence,
That the summit is closer, each day.
The flare which lights up the world,
And gives the warmth.
Just don’t fade away.
Not that naive to be in that circle
For it’s the darkest before sunrise;
And she continued to toil…
For she knew that
Women are, as the men
the bulwark of the nation.
To all those imperious, condescending
Beings, she knew she stood for what was long overdue.
She had to work thrice, she had to,
To overcome the impediments, especially What the “Village” thought of her.
The medals shut them up
And their hubristic attitude.
Wandered through the jungle,
Besieged by opinions, comments,
Telling him he can do
The intrepid explorer,
Cause he has fire in his belly,
Something to prove, to achieve
BELIEVE, he remembered.
Ignoring the weeds,
Halting him at every step,