By Kritika Bhambry
They can silence her cries
But she's not to be confused as weak
As she's a wolf in disguise
She's the storm after the calm
She's the thunder of the night
In the world full of wrongs
She's the one that makes them right
He took her for granted
He thought she'll always be there
But now she's realising her worth
And its finally the time to be fair
She needs no man
Or anyone's validation
She is her own warrior
And will lead to her own salvation
She's not anyone's princess
Nor is she someone's queen
She's a badass goddess
And it's reflected in her mien
He thought she was another girl
But losing her is making him realise
Her love was deeper than the oceans
And her warmth could melt the ice
She was not born to please anyone
As Pleasing is not a woman's job
She was born to fight back
And not to sit and sob
She's the incarnation of a wolf
Alpha, savage and unapologetic
Her wild wasn't meant to be tamed
Her presence wasn't meant to be poetic
She doesn't get suppressed
Instead she fights back the oppression
Durga, Kaali and Saraswati
She is their most beautiful expression
She's not meant to be seen as fragile
Or loved only if she's fresh and new
She's born to conquer the world
And this she is you
Loved your poem. It was a simple read but with a depth of meaning.