The deafening sound echoed high and low,
Choking footprints of faith and confidence,
Apprehension besieged, rendered a blow,
Throttling the vestiges of her essence.
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Social commandment, crippling, deep-rooted,
Banished her merit as a close second,
Taunting her aspirations, vile, ill-suited,
‘Sheltered domestic domain’, it reckoned.
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The yearning deep, surfaced recurrently,
Rescuing her from quicksand of self-doubt,
Forging close bonds, she marched determinedly,
Reaching for the stars, via her carved route.
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