Hour – 4

Might she could ever forget that
Blue moon night,
When a smile on her face and even
The imaginations were bright,

Trolling on Thoroughfare with
No worry and no fear,
But who knew a trap lies waiting
To ensnare,

That debaucher came closer from behind,
Like a coward to grab her tight,
The little princess froze in fright,
Indeed It would be a fearful sight.

She was amazed to see his
Malignant eye Over her,
Too small to see a demon and face
This kinda scorns ever.

She wanted a male hero to come
As she has just realized ;
Power is in only males,
But how could she forget that
It happens only in fairytales.

Soon her clothes disappeared
Oh! It was a mortifying sight,
The very moment she decided that
She is a hero and will fight.

He laughed over her vain attempt
But she kept trying,
Kicking, pushing, and through her tiny nails
Continuously lacerating.

Luckily were some kicks and hard pushes
Turned him away,
She ran as she got the space,
That day she realized
A lady can have;
Power with charm and grace.

She wanted to cry when it happened,
But she wasn’t weak so
Didn’t shed tears.
So she held everything in,
While feeling so tainted inside.
It has been an incident in past

But she can still feel
That bad touch,
Days have passed and now she thinks
She could suffer much.

The thing that matters is the change
That is bought in her,
And the change she decided to make
Around her.

He tried hard to break her fairy dreams
He didn’t care about her screams,
He tried to shred her worthy ambitions,
That demon had no emotions.
She thanks him now,
More than anyone ever before;

He taught her how
It feels to fight;
For yourself
For Soul, Dignity

For the realization of self-confidence and safety,

He tried to cut her with his eyes,
But could not stop her voice,
still, like air, she will rise,
She will no more be just a choice.

She is a mother, sister, daughter, wife, friend, niece, and much more

But she will keep reminding you all that she is a strong woman before.

Aditi Dixit