A part of me…

mother

My heart filled with boundless joys and qualms,

When I first cradled you in my arms,

The cherubic face, fingers and tiny toes,

I had yearned for long to see those.

All those prayers invoking the heavenly abode,

Finally heard and on me, a blessing they bestowed.

To nurture, care and to love you as a mother

and embark upon a journey together.

But when you stand on the shores to face the world beyond,

with arduous obstacles and wavering mind to respond,

Remember my son, be strong, for you were born from a woman

resilient at the core, undeterred move on, for you have in you 

a part of me to summon.

esprit libre

 

with no rules to shackle her mind         woman libre

 meandering thru life                                                                        

 heart and soul entwined

fire in her eyes push her to strive

to show the world her strength and fervour

for she is a woman, she is esprit libre.

a dash of confidence, a colour of pride

the beaten track beckons her to ride

but the heart sings a different tune

of the maids of yore who trod on thorn strewn

Path, across the ocean and the mountains far

For she is dauntless, she is esprit libre
 

woman-she is

Then there she is

ready to take a step with her beliefs,

wiped her tears with a fearful heart

like a phoenix she rose from her mottled scars.

She spirited away loneliness for she will grieve no more,

She twirled over her challenges for she will hide nor fold.

Her ebullient spirit ignited her passion,

heaved her sighs to a mad laugh,

peering over the horizon she tightened her locks.

There, she is ready for you

Oh world! Standing amidst

STRONGER than ever

Her unfettered spirit liberated

 when she became one with her mind, body and soul,

for she is proud to be born a woman.

 

Woman

 

As a lone traveller I stood on the beach

With the waves curling my feet

Sands giving away underneath

burying them deep.

The evening rays cast its warm light,

glistening my hidden tears from sight

 the inebriated wind swept away my locks,

revealing the scars of an epoch.

Whose fault was it?

The wind whispered, “your’s”

“for being born a woman”.