Waves of emotions drifting her mood,
carrying those stones of sorrow in her heart.
Still she manage to bloom🌹

Yah! She might cry alone and wet her pillow.
But wipe her own tears she lift herself again.
Because this time she donnot needs men's shoulder to lay and cry over.
Yes we are transforming women for the modern world.

The tear droplets from the eyes,
Which the world misconcept the weakness
has now turn's to tear of happiness,
For achieving her higher...