SHE

She sails through the clouds looking for optimism and harmony,

She craves for a moment of quiet serenity,

All she can find is injustice, agony and disrepute

Always struggling to bargain for solace or substitute.

 The meadows are lush green, they beckon her to rise,

Like an eagle who soars in the deep blue sky.

She delicately floats on the stream of dishonor

And struggles against cruelty that she endeavors.

The enormity of her wealth lies profound in her roots.

She can pray, endure and gracefully dispute,

Her inner beauty is a treasure to behold

For her strength and courage is her worthy gold.