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She loves to elaborate
She is a woman
No monosyllables for her
She revels in details...
A smile might suffice some days
But she needs an extra something sometime
She is a woman.
Many have cursed her, branded her
She is a temptress, a seductress
She is the cause of Fall
The reason of Original Sin
What had she wanted?
Was she the only one who had wanted?
Why did they question only her?
On her head is the burden of sin
In her heart a throbbing pain
Pain of love
Pain that gives her grief and joy
She likes it
She knows not why
She is an enigma not just to others
but to herself too.
She is a woman.
She has fought many battles.
She still fights.
She fights for her dignity.
For her rights.
She fights to exist
She fights to live.
She has an infinite fountain of love within her
waiting to burst out
It lies restrained
Like energy that is within reach yet wasted
Only because it is unnoticed.
Let her open up.
Stop her not.
Bind her not.
She is born to be free.
She is a woman.
In her dances Creation itself
In her sings Creativity
In her glows the spark of life
In her the serene ocean hides.
Let her flow
Let her fly
Let her....Let her...Let her....
She is a woman.
Written for B-A-R