The Indian Woman; Wither is she Bound 

Amidst a tumultuous turbulence,

Emerges the Indian Woman,

Wither bound is she?

Unscathed from the fetters of Time and Tradition,

Emerges a Boisterous and Brave Eve,

Wither bound is she?

The road tortuous; it’s path be-pebbled,

The woman unbridled!!

A meandering mind-----

So much to do, so much to accomplish,

Wither bound is she?

From lullabies to lyrics,

From cradles to canvasses!

We swim with the sharks,

And play with tadpoles-------And we exist;

We survive and we thrive---in what we do.

Such is the Will and such is the Power.

Our strength lies in ISOLATING the mind----

Hither bound- The Indian Woman,

Delving into the valleys

And scaling the heights;

Going there---where only the Eagles’ dare’

Comforts crush us,

And crushed comforts alienate us,

But we adjust to live

And  live to adjust.

Eloquent in our Thought

And Napoleon in our Feat,

A pregnant silence pervades;

When the Indian  woman

Is set to Conquer and Defeat!!!!!

~Madhu~