I Am the Hymn

I see the pages

From my life

Few written with the

Tiring spirit trying to please

Some more like fragrant flowers 

When I was my 

Daddy’s Queen 

Giggling in girly glory 

Shining bright like a moonlight beam

Slowly, silently the other pages open up

Whispering about the darker times.

I lost myself

I lost that inner glint

Shattered leaf hiding

Under the cloudy sky.

Oh! then the sun bloomed

Showering the dewdrops of warmth on the rags of my broken spirit

From the shell 

I emerged 

The sands of time

Had made a marvelous masterpiece...

I am now no more the

Ladylike

I Am a woman 

I am the

Hymn the Brahmin sing.