The Rise..

She grows up listening…you are weak not strong

On your own, you just won’t last long

Here, hold my hand, come, take my support

You have no one else, I am all that you have got

Being too young, she does as she is told

Always dependent…as her life does unfold,

On father, brother, husband or child

Making herself scared, submissive and mild

With the passing of time, they are all gone

She finds herself, for the first time, alone

Grappling with this new identity

Trying to find herself- who is she, really?

In the hours that stretch, in an unbroken line

She picks up the pieces of ‘herself’ who she left behind

She resets the boundaries of what she can and cannot do

Takes charge of her life, finding strength anew

She builds right from scratch, a person she once knew

Brings in new goals, new friends and a new point of view

In this altered life she leads now, she is fully in charge

This is her canvas, to make as colourful and as large


“Sahare bhi besahara kardete hain’ she says

There is strength in being alone, I find it in new and surprising ways 

Be a friend to yourself, do what you want to do

Everyone will follow their heart, on one will invite you to

As she weaves happily through busy traffic, in her little car

I, her co passenger, catch her words like fireflies in a jar

Find a place for your own self, within yourself, she gently advises

Don’t wait for ashes all around, before the Phoenix rises…

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