She who offers the best gift in the world
She who nourishes nine months inside her womb;
She's not only someone's mother, sister, daughter
or just someone's companion.
She is rather an individual
with the rights to enjoy her privileges.

She who keeps her flames inside.
She who swallows the pain,
absorbs the nightfall.
She who is in search of rights, conquers the world.

She is an individual,
not someone's property.
Oh dear!
She's not someone's doll
She who deserves love, care, respect.
She is not invisible.
Don't fix her with the "patriarchal blessings".

She might be broken
but she is fine.
Her love and caring is not her inferiority.
She is independent.
She is beautiful.

Let her not ties with the glass ceiling touch
Let her open the doors and windows of her house
Wait! Let her shine.
Let her enjoy equity with equality.
Let her identity be a part of history.
© rare_thoughts2018