A Woman of Substance

A woman’s struggle in a man ruled place,
Freedom over fights, filled with grace,
Here are the facts of an unresolved case,
Pristine in nature, but still at the base.

She is reduced to ashes in a monetary case,
Forcibly seized by an unknown face,
Mentally tortured in umpteen ways,
Asked to sacrifice in every phase.

The crime shrouded in mystery lays,
Entangled in the web of injustice she stays.

The shackles of mind increasingly raise,
As vehement sorrows stealthily chase;
Trepidation in her heart now harder plays,
But masking her emotions she silently prays.

Innumerable participants in this traumatic race,
Were sent with a parole to control the pace.

She is now surrounded by self-respect rays,
Moulding her distress with financial clays,
Leaving behind those awful days,
“Deserve and you shall receive”, she says.

She is undoubtedly now the family’s ace,
As a woman of substance is her praise.

P.S. --> I am not a feminist.

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