Discontent

They said, "you look cute" I smiled and remained mute But, Did that really make me smile? Remarked they, saying, you are beautiful, adorable and kind "You are someone who's hard to find" Are these the only adjectives, to which we woman are confined? Isn't it a bit unkind? We don't want to be deftly defined Why are we personified with a flower?which could easily be blown by the wind Why are we personified with the fictitious moon? which shines bright in someone else's light Why are we personified with the water?that could be accommodated in any ordinary vessel Why not with the fire? having it's own existence We are epitomized with the soft winds but never the devastating storms We are epitomized with the dazzling moonlight but never the sparkling sunlight that knows how to ignite Ever heard a man appreciating a woman's terribly spoken, yet sharp mind? Apart from adoring her hairs, lips and those eyes blacklined? Tell us something new, we aren't blind How about "She's ambitious, intelligent, rational and a mastermind"? Our pride lies in being brave and fearless And How we still made it up when it was all mess How we made through the times, when patriarchy tried to suppress suppress those dreams, the only thing that we possessed How the Jane Austen, in us who was quiet turned to Virginia Woolf who knew how to fiercely express So next time when you meet a woman Apart from admiring her charismatic appearance and the dazzling dress Forget not to cherish her success Cause, no matter wherever she is today Through the thorns, she has made her way!