Truth Is The Soul Of The Sun God. (For Hatshepsut) Poem by Rati Saxena

She was not a ‘Devi'
Locked in the Temple
She was not the ruler
Horror for the people

She was a real woman
In the world of men
She was called -child of God
But was mother of God for her subject

She knew the perfect mixture of spices
Bitter with sour makes dishes testy,
She gave strength to power in the war
With a touch of gold in the art

More than three thousands and five hundred years back
She started walking on the road made by men
Adding a beard on her chin, in the attire of a man

She learnt, the power of exchange
Seeds or trees, gold or grain,
She tamed the Sea waves by sailing ships
And starting a new bridge

She learnt to save the history
History tried to remove her name
She was the child of God
They were searching woman in her body

They said, she is getting power form the God,
But she gave a mother touch to the God

They said, she is a king in the body of a woman
But she was mother in the body of God

She could see the soul of the Sun God
Which was only the truth