Did you say something, my dear? I didn’t hear it.
Perhaps you said it in hush-hushed tones.
perhaps the words got lost on the way out.
perhaps your thoughts, ensconced in your mind
are afraid to face the blinding lights of the world.
Say it again, I didn’t hear it.
Say it out loud. Don’t be afraid, my dear
There are trumpets blaring out in the world,
no one, but me will hear your dim tone.
We’ll be one- you, me and your thoughts
against the entirety of the universe of man.
Say it out loud, I didn’t hear it.
I see your eyes waver. Why do they, my dear?
the flickering flame within you threatens to die
thanks to the drought surrounding me and you.
The arid, the dry, the parched earth,
make your soft, smooth skin full of lesions
keep your eyes steady, my dear.
Stand up my dear, you have space, don’t you?
You, me are enveloped by blue uncertainty.
my universe, our universe has a great, great extent
Scope- which you never knew of.
Fight for it, I’ll be there with you, for you
Stand up my dear, do it.
The world, my friends, is a perennial equilibrium reaction. In the words of Le Chatelier, change in concentration of one changes the conditions of reaction.
Don’t suppress her.
Note: I hope its clear that the poem is supposed to be about woman empowerment- something I’ve always wanted to write about, pouring in a lot of melancholy. I have done this finally today, though I admit, with very little success. Iwill definitely keep trying.