A garden locked up; blossoming vines
A spring enclosed, scarlet ribbon lips
A sealed fountain, twin fawns of a gazelle
Simply a beautiful rose; lined colorfully as butterfly.
I am She!
A bundle of joy,
An innocent babe longing for a lullaby
A perfume of love spreading fragrance
Wishing to explore my days of survival among foxes
I am She!
Decades, centuries passed by
Yet; Woman, without her man; is nothing!
When will she be tolerated as-?
Woman; without her, Man is nothing!
I am She!
Man craves for a wife but not a daughter,
One says honor killing; other burden killing; Inhumane are the ways, Alas!
A withered rose; worn and torn by wild beasts
And by no means, can be restored.
I am She!
To beget a girl baby; in a large
Is a crime; sentenced to death.
How far? She responsible; for a natural process of X
