Lone among the familiar crowd,
Her long tresses flutter defiantly on her face shroud,
With the hidden pangs of sorrow n doubt,
Her anger dissipated with the sands of time sprout,
Her anger raised against discrimination n injustice she suffered in time's grouch,
As the fish stirring in hot oil, her emotions and tears roll in trounce,
Her dashing dreams crushed by the male-egoistic couch,
Wiping her tears decided to raise against the dominated sough,
Searched her fire, mixed with rage,
Cried loud as she missed her age,
But wiped fear with a power in her to conquer her fate'
With a moving current to march ahead,
Let not others think her a woman of fragile n slouth but still
Posses the spark to fumble many head! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem