Just A Girl... Poem by iqra hassan

Just A Girl...



Those hands were used to henna and bangles,
Those eyes flaunted in kohl and dreams,
Her voice echoed like wind chimes all over,
Her laughters could transform the deepest of spleen,
What will she do in her life ahead?
Mother always said, but the father protested in love,
‘'she is her baba's girl, do not question her''
‘'Ahead'' of her life arrived quite earlier,
She became the answer all herself..
She had to duck all the wolves around,
Daily to return home from her office,
To bring back her chastity, along with her incarnate..
She deflects those sin-drenched glances everyday,
Faces deep ugliness yet preserves her beauty,
The angel in her fights millions of satans,
Those disguised as her boss, colleagues and neighbors,
Yet she stands tall like an iron wall,
Which hides the rust of sulks inside,
But never allows her metal to rot..
Her once sensitive shoulders are now rock solid!
They carry the burden of many a dreams,
Fulfilling and feeding them, she is, all alone,
Yet they call her fragile, is she?
She is the reason why we call earth ‘'mother earth'',
I see her as a sky, earth, and all between!
For if she can survive in this jungle called world,
Amongst all the cunning animals and deadliest beasts,
For sure she has a God in her,
She can build an entire world on her own,
Though, only ‘'just a girl'' she is,
Who was once used to henna and bangles..

IQRA.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: feminism
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