Girl Child - A Real Warrior

By Rajeev Nair

Cacophonies inside,

So extreme she can't bear,

Every time on a ride,

Felt a void somewhere out there!

Badly wished to shut her mind,

Be at peace and be more kind,

Kept going down the memory lane,

True warrior she is a beauty with brains!

This clutter someway didn’t mend,

Push her boat hard till the end!

Clutched on to her faith and gain,

The way she let go off her pain!

For dust can’t take her anyway soon,

Got to travel from Earth’s crust to Moon!

She wrote her name in sands of time,

Cacophonies here on did rhyme!

Her life echoes melodic again,

Like a phoenix setting fire to the rain!

Like a phoenix setting fire to the rain,

My little warrior’s blood raged in vein,

Kickstarting from where we left off

That's how she rolls, what say yo God?

She aren’t clay, can't mould her not,

Apple of an eye, sweet Apricot!

No less than a symbol of feminine power,

She is thorn, she is a rose and Sunflower!

She is Medusa, don't look her in the eyes

Snakes on her head would slice and dice,

Throw her to the pack of wolves,

She will come out leading through the woods!

Never ever underestimate her scars,

They run riot; they tame the stars!

Who's she? What is her name?

She is the rule herself; she is the game!

By Rajeev Nair