This is for all those men who raised questions regarding celebrating International women’s day :


She wears invisible hurt on her quaint heart,
A reminiscence of a not-so-glorious past.

Can there be an unscathed mind?
Seething pain keeps residual angst alive.

She laughs, cries, she purports and roars,
Yes, she is a feminist, to her core.

Why do you call her vain?
Wading through storms,she tames hurricane.

Celebrate her, bring her glory with aplomb,
She nurtures progenies in her supple womb.

Who can make her feel incomplete?
Amongst dwarf minds, she stands tall on her feet.

“Embrace resilience” is her only resolve,
She vows to turn mightier than a Sword.








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