She! ! Poem by Kanya S S

She who fought for change,
Wounded so hard in times,
Nothing could rearrange
only she transformed with names.

She who fought for love,
Waiting for the scars to heal.
Missing those signs of dove
Instead they tried to peel.

How could she be in peace,
Amidst fixing torn pieces
How could she be in power
Even society criticize.

Feeling the frightening darkness,
Even in yellow lights
Watching the Trembling kindness
Shamefully melting as ice.

How she forgives the sinners,
who drank her blood as raw.
They wanted to be winners
Infinite times in a row.

Baking bodies in a fire of insult,
She herself suffered in pain.
Even shouted, they're the cults
Nobody cared, all in vain.

Happening always
Because it's 'SHE'
Presenting them always
As powerfull 'HE'.