THE KAJAL

Tring, tring goes the alarm.
The moon shines bright,
Her body begs to rest awhile
but, her heart knows better
The responsibilities beckon her.

Not a sigh in her smile,
Rather brimming with love in her tired eyes.
Draping her invisible amour,

Fastening her routine shoes,
Wrum... like a rocket she goes.

Forged with Oceans of Love,
           the Air of Kindness,
           the Volcano of Strength
and the Earth of Benevolence.

SHE becomes,
          A Shoulder to cry,
          A battery of strength,
          A sister to share
          A mother to ask

          A daughter to love,

          A princess in guise,

          A queen in spirit,

          A  warrior in War,

          A diplomat at home,

          A protector of her own

Well beyond, an architect of life.

In simpler words" A WOMAN " she becomes.