"Step down, be calm,
Don't be chaotic! , " says the norm,
Withheld with the conventional beliefs;
Doesn't she, as a woman, ever stand a chance?
Don't stand at her grave lamenting
When today is when she needs her wings.
She is ambitious, she is staunch,
The hurdles in life she's overcome;
The glint of aspiration, the shaft of hanker,
And the desires that she carries numb;
Relieves her from your stereotypical beliefs,
She is born to pulverize the poignant siege.
Let not her option ever be
Retreating to the binds that ruptured she;
As a woman with daring abilities,
She faces the world with her ambitions but solely.
To the adamant self she has always been;
She is not a defiant chagrin.
Breaking the barriers, stepping the fence over,
She now is a queen of her fierce turnover.
"Back off" is what you tell her now?
Nay! She's born to be a hard warrior.
While you take efforts to combat her exuberance,
She flies in the face of society with her wings wide open.
As many doors of opportunities the masses close,
Her dauntless attitude paves her scopes.
Tirelessly, valiantly, she makes her own persona;
Your remarks now won't let down her hopes.
Shun her as much as you intend,
It's she whose ambition gains you prominence towards the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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