By Monisha Makhija
She outgrew the version built on fear,
Shed quiet tears no one could hear.
Now she walks with fire in her chest
Not to burn, but to become her best.
Her head, once bowed, is now straight and high
With fear and despair, she does not sigh.
She learnt the hard way to stand tall,
And she knows she cannot fall.
The love in her heart has turned to dust,
The walls around her heart are a must.
Timid and scared, she was for a while,
Now, flippant and arrogant is more her style.
Scare her and run her down?
She'll just look at you with a frown.
She is the devil and the angel as well,
She's today's woman, can't you tell?