I know Goddesses Laxmi.
the one who grants success and money.
Yes! I guess pink are her natural belongings.
in full health,pomp and galore,
Laxmi entered through the door.
the rise above me and my feet pink on the floor.
I ran to the place but could find no hold.

My mother sang to my father.....
Lamp,clothes and utensils are the rewards of a woman.
when puberty catches and marriage encroaches,
she is Goddesses Laxmi who approaches.
Attending the wedding ceremony has immense privileges,
Those are the Golden moments to which a family indulges.

Like Chicken soup for the soul,a woman to the core,
pushing herself to the limit and letting the lion roar.
And the rainbow went multi-tasking,
a different kind of awakening,
a pot of gold at the end but a noun not unknown.
To be included in discussions with the women of the town.
as they fill water near the Walden Pond.
cleaning,washing,squatting and wasting away the norm.

Is the pain over gain accustomed with indifference?
the things for which a woman craves.
That a female says No, to her own reference,
Is intellect over goodness useful?
But of what money does.
who is but successful?

An ugly face is uninvited,
simplicity is shunned,
only the good looking lady is chosen.
people think daughters as a burden,
what is but beauty over brilliant?...