SHAKTHI : 31 DAYS OF HER PROWESS

   

Bouquet of red roses for the brave,
Who will etch their pens to proudly
Present the prowess — woman for 31 days,
All in the name of the womanhood.

Recreating herself to blend with the bend,
Quite naturally, a diva spinning,
Quick with the winds of nature,
To manifest from a new moon to a full moon.

She is a sensitive daughter, a perfect better half,
Loving sister, with a wild power of chastity
And determined perfection —
Reflecting good and evil in her actions,
As a mirror that radiates the language of her eyes.

Motherhood — an ultra-strength she bears,
And selfless sacrifices, she never counts,
Becoming a role model to upbring a princess.
She sticks to her beliefs and resilience.

She empowers others, enriches through financial independence.

 

Emotions intact,

Lines of her thought process and steadfast planning
Shines her marriage out of eco-feminism trait
And woos her man quite right.

 

Integration in her docile
And reverence, disguised as violence, is uprooted —
Turning it into her Shakthi — the prowess.

 

All these and more, on the way, on all 31 days,
Reverberating the prowess of the woman in unison
And in echo, to celebrate womanhood.

(This poem is written based on the cue provided for each day in the Indian Poetry circle's MAY- NAPOWRIMO)