By Gauri Sharma
Years passed
The situation is same.
Now, whose fault
The crowd exclaimed.
This time her eyes were down.
No one was there.
To pass on the faulty crown
The head weighs a little more
The coronal full of regrets was worn
An eerie noise points out flaws
She is the culprit, the conclusion draws
A female heir to the throne,
Is the biggest mistake ever known
A woman at height is not a matter of pride,
The slogans were preached nationwide.
With a fluttering heart, fleeting strength, and teary eyes,
The unshakable confidence inside her dies,
Broken inside, she sat on her throne for a while
Her demeanour has never been so fragile.
What, if all that they said was right?
A woman at height is not a matter of pride
But, once again, her soul called out
You can't be so simply ruled out.
Maintaining all the calm in her head
With all the vigour she said
All those filthy words used by your nasty mouth
Waiting for something to go south,
So that you can tear me down for what I do
I know it is my success that bothers you
I am stronger than anyone of you could ever be.
I am both a warrior and a woman and nobody can stop me.
Taking all the setbacks as my building strength
Handling every odd, my endurance has no length
I rise from adversity, learning from the past
Keep moving forward even if things get hard
I am a woman. I am fearless is the song I sing.
I can rule the country better than a king.