Cladded with ornaments, when she stepped on the floor;
Her mother was stunned and her dad was proud..!
She wore no rings that tied her fingers from playing on the
keyboard,
To work till the dusk, till she got withered..!
There was no bracelet to bind her hand,
From doing the things that they believe only men can..!
No necklace she wore, that might block her throat,
From raising the voice when she was tried to prove wrong..!
She didn’t wear the anklets that might stop her feet,
From taking a big step when there was a need..!
Yet she seemed elegant and attractive,
Because her attire was charming.
She wore an ethnic dress of softness,
Paired with the shoes of roughness..!
She wore the perfume of strength,
And her courage was her real ornament..!
Her getup was a classic blend,
Of her rich personality and courteous mindset.
She set the trend of bravery,
By being polite and harsh equally..!
These things added to her beauty,
Because her beauty was decorated with her duty..!
Seeing this unmatched composition in her daughter,
Her parents were left to wonder;
Is this the same girls who once said,
“Mumma, I’m scared of thunder?”
