Stree Shakti - A poem by Zainab Lokhandwala
Nursing her child, writhing in pain so deep
From dawn to next dawn, there’s no time to sleep
Check out the universe, you’ll find no other
The ‘endower’ of life, she is a MOTHER.
He is our martyr, TV news blared aloud
“Jai Hind” she says, showing she’s proud
Hiding her grief, worries and sorrow
Knowing they will fill up all her morrows…
She was the ‘pillar’ of man’s life
This valiant woman was his WIFE.
Washing clothes, cooking, mopping floors
Wait, that’s not all, there’s even more
Collecting harvest, putting grain in stores
“Beti, fetch bhaiya, he’s playing outdoors”
Sometimes by some, sadly considered a bother
Little do they know…
‘Blessed is a home, if it has a DAUGHTER.
She knows when he’s happy, and also when there’s something wrong
“My best friend is by my side”, he declares with aplomb
Joyous times, fun times, or in times sinister
Always by your side, yes she’s a SISTER.
All her varied roles, closely overlapping
‘WOMAN’ - without her, life would be lacking
Love, courage, compassion and tenacity
That I believe is true ‘STREE SHAKTI’.
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