The silver lining on her hair,
Could talk about the islands she sailed to.
Securing her golden ardent crown,
Embedded with Caribbean Gems,
That gleamed bright than the oil lamps.
Ravenous about it were the pirates of the underwater.
She never left an inkling for it to slaughter.
Secretly passed her corapal legacy to her only daughter.
Her daughter embellished the flash of fame.
When she feverently received her Hollywood name.
Red dress, Burgundy lips,
Capitivating hearts of a million.
Bold was her naked soul.
Caring her mother's only tool.
She was battling for her rights,
When no one deard to fight.
Days appeared as dark as charcoal,
Weakening her skin's glow.
As the world sucked her in the black hole.
Lonely and shredded she was,
Welcomed a baby to save her from the curse.
Cries and smilies adored her life,
Who forgot about her prime and the fame,
In a world of aberration, such a shame.
Baby girl rose into a strapping woman,
Rescued her mother from the turmoil of the deceived world.
A legacy that the elderly minerva left,
Was sustained by the generation she mapped.
As they got the golden crown back,
Placed it venerably on the Woman's head.
As the minerva told the vigorous story.
About her weaken daughter,
And how she was saved by her daughter,
She said women stand for each other,
In the world where people hardly bother.
Her sheer wrinkles stretched on her face,
When a joculous laugh she made.
Happy Woman's day.
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PoesíaHello everybody, I'm Darshita. Writing and reading has always been my passion. I love to write poems and whenever I finish writing one I always leave a piece of mine in it. It is a place where one can find the truest and the most realistic self of m...
