She’s an ocean full of stars.
A shadow made of scars.
How far can she go,
Without losing bits of her soul?
But she knew the fire in her bones,
Was something she couldn’t control.
And under the moonlit sky
You wouldn’t hear her cry.
She was forced to beg for mercy
Eyes dried up and throat thirsty.
She fought her way through
What felt like an inevitable doom.
In the darkness, before the dawn
She’s been impaled, broken and torn.
They say she’s flawed,
But they’re still awed.
Her zest couldn’t be drowned.
She rose from the ashes,
Not belonging to the ground.
For she was the princess of the welkin,
And their shallow haunts couldn’t scare her.
She was meant to be fearless
Draped in a fabric of courage
Woven with the strings of her stigma.
She was immune to the wounds they gave her,
too poised and noble for the world.
So, hurt her all you want
But know that you’ll be only inflicting pain.
The wounds will only be on her frame,
But you’ll never be able to crumble her faith.
Because she wears the invisible crown,
you’ve been so desperate to proclaim.
The lightning strikes, the ground rumbles.
The clouds thunder and bleat,
when she wants it to rain.
She’s too humane,
she won’t hurt you in return.
She’ll just rise up
And let her amnesty swallow the sun.
For she’s too ardent and she’s too fierce.
She’s the unrivalled matchless spirit
For she’s an ocean full of stars,
And a shadow made of scars.
-Megha Bhartiya 💜