She was always a warrior
From the moment she let out her first cry
To the moment she let out her last trickle
From the moment the judging glances gaped
and shrugged their heads to utter “Oh! It is a girl”
To the moment the appreciating glances gaped
and nodded their heads to utter “Oh! She is awesome”
She was the warrior princess
From the moment she haughtily made faces at naysayers
who proclaimed that she should be coy and docile
to the moment she leapt up and achieved the unachievable
Proclaiming out loud that she is not coy but confident
She was the warrior princess
From the moment she brushed aside
the so-called “marriageable age norms”
To the moment she embraced love and passion
at an age and time, she decided
She was the warrior princess
From the moment she arrogantly threw away the veils
that demanded her to hide within the four walls of solitude
to the moment she threw her hands up in the air
and demanded respect within the million walls of admiration
She was the warrior queen
From the moment she shut up the so-called “well-wishers”
who rolled out a checklist on how to cradle her bundle of joy
To the moment she beamed with pride
as her little one scaled new heights without a checklist to aid
She was the warrior queen
From the moment she chose her profession and respect
Fighting every prick of guilt pierced deep by the eyes that popped wide
To the moment she ruled the desks and stole the spotlight
Being the multitasker who can cradle & command at the same time
She was the warrior queen
From the moment she raised her hands up and hollered a “No”
Against the lustful advances and distasteful comments
To the moment she rested her hands on her hips and hollered a “Yes”
As her wrongdoers hanged their heads in shame and regret
She was the warrior queen
From the moment she decided not to sacrifice
her smile, her laugh, her health and her love
To the moment she perfectly balanced self-love and selfless care
in a synchronized melody that made her heart leap with joy.
She was the warrior empress
From the moment she let her little birds leave the nest
And fly over the horizons away from her warmth
To the moment she closed her eyes in contentment and pride
leaving no burdens to the generations that follow
leaving lessons of pride to the generations that follow
She was always a warrior
From the moment she let out her first cry
To the moment she let out her last trickle
