I was born
I was born out of thunderstorms
I was born out of raging oceans
I was born out of drought ridden desert
I was born, finally I was a creation
I began to live
I found calmness in the thunder
I saw sensational life in the ocean
I watered the seemingly despair desert
I was but soon deprived, deprived of my motion
I began my struggle
I dared to chase the gusty thunder
I started taming the wild ocean
I made sandcastles in the barren desert
I was but stopped, challenged for my devotion
I began to realise
I understood, thunders can't be blown out of the sky
I learnt that I can't bottle the ocean
I grasped that roses can't be grown in a sad
desert
I knew for now, there was no space for my emotion
And now, now I'm wondering
Will I ever dance to the rhythm of the thunderstorm?
Will I ever bathe in the warm ocean?
Will I ever savour the brisk nights of the desert?
Will I ever be able, be able to create my own small portion?
Or will I have to face my own cessation?
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شِعرWomen are simple. We just need respect. We just need equality, not more than other humans. We just need empowerment. Women are simple, indeed!
