She, the Divine Gift

 

She, the Divine Gift

She was born as a gift of divinity—

A flame of grace, of courage, of infinity.

Crafted with care by the hands of creation,

Destined to shine, a celestial incarnation.

Yet you, with your hunger for power and control,

Lured her light, dismayed her body, crushed her soul.

She was to rise, the supreme authority,

But you chained her strength with toxic masculinity.

Her voice once echoed with wisdom and pride,

Now muffled beneath the weight you applied.

Her resolution, her fierce capability—

Fell victim to your outrageous atrocity.

She is the epitome of altruistic love,

A reflection of the sacred, sent from above.

A magnanimous vessel of consummate morality,

Still taught to nurture in unjust reality.

She is the creator—the origin of life,

A protector in chaos, a balm to all strife.

Yet you made her worth a battleground,

Stripping her rights without a sound.

You label her fragile while fearing her might,

For her spirit still burns, fierce and bright.

She walks through fire with quiet grace,

Bearing the scars you refuse to face.

Womanhood is not a burden, not a curse,

But a radiant force the world should immerse.

It is strength cloaked in tenderness,

Power shaped in forgiveness.

She is not an object, not your prey,

She is life itself, the light of day.

Don’t scorn this blessing with cruelty and disdain—

Your ignorance only deepens the pain.

Awaken, acknowledge, and rise above,

For respect is the truest form of love.

Honor the woman, the soul you degrade—

She is storm and sun, endlessly brave.

Sukant Shandilya

22nd April, 2025