She Waited For The Day

The budding dreams 

Of her blooming eyes

Were broken with the hammer

Of the fallacious social norm.

Not once or twice,

Her dreams were broken in every form.

Yet she kept quiet

And let the enraged dreams

Roll down her cheeks

As she found herself feeble to fight.

She was helpless, 

But not desperate

For she knew

Her skills were not adequate

To fight against the stigmatized society

And to deal away with every variety.

She loved the blue sky more and more

And kept watching the flying feathers

Fascinated by the rainbow,

The sailing clouds

And the falling raindrops

From the window sill,

She learned to be patient,

To be determined but decent.

She gained more and more audacity

And made her spine stronger

To deal away with every variety

And assured her dreams

To wait for the day

When she too would have wings

To take off with her dreams.