Flying high, A Superwoman


To wake up at the crack of dawn, 

Not to the snoozing alarms

But to the concerns, love and care for her loved ones,

Is definitely not a Superwoman.


Bundling her joy to celebrate her dear ones success, 

Ignoring her inner voice to listen to the untold stories of her children 

And armouring them with her affectionate hugs,

Is definitely not a Superwoman 


Exploring new relations for the man of her heart,

And playing the queen’s role,

Distinctively satisfying every relation,

Parting from her parents,

Is definitely not a superwoman,


 Weaving life within life, holding her breath,

Streaming her blood 

And getting life on earth 

Is definitely not a superwoman.


But I wish she dare to fly,

Fly from the morn of gender inequality, discrimination and animosity,

To be a superwoman. 


But to stay is heroic and to fly is superwoman,

And to live with is supreme the woman, 

The Woman of substance. 



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Written by Great.S.Upase


Writing is the echo of one's soul,

Song of unheard calls,

And weaving of dreams.


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