Women in Making I
The Mysterious One
Sat she in the corner,
Like some silent mourner.
Has learnt lesson she for a lifetime,
Worry about she all the time.
Protects she her emotions like an umbrella,
Smiles she, no teeth, looks like Cinderella.
Shows she to the world all’s fine,
Too young she to crush her feelings like a lime.
In blue, in red, in black and in pink,
Fills she your eyes in a blink.
In life, she learnt way too less,
Mysterious she is, not worth even a guess.
Some hurt and some poke,
Laugh it off her like some joke.
Whispers aloud, she alone,
She is surely sane.
From her immature days, she is waking,
Thoughts of her no longer maiming,
She is no longer faking,
Because she is one woman in the making.
(N.B. : Women in Making will be a series of poems inspired from the lives of women I have known personally and how they have evolved. Unlike The Thinking Diva Series and The Diva which is based on one lady, Women in Making will be based on various females.)