Forgive me to mention her periods

Looking into her eyes
I see to my surprise
same old shackles of life
same mundane suffocating strife

I have seen her happy too
aah! she can offer a lot in woo.
Her soul, her loyalty, her trust
she becomes the one you trust
she will go to any limits
if she loves you
she will defend you
from the entire crew.

But then, peep inside her soul.
There you find a black hole.
She absorbs its all
the worries of her life
she won't let it out
her anxiety, her strife
you know her as a kid inside
with dreams of her own
spirit to ride
but then she is shackled
feminist battle
does she fight it in real?
aah! in her cradle.

If she needs love
the world is ready.
Mind you, its lust.
World's prosody.
If she needs fame
She will be put to shame
Unknown blame
unwanted game.

She earns, Yes!
or so it seems.
But men in her life
are a bully team.
They take her money.
They stake her name.
'I spent on you.
Don't you have shame?'
From father to husband
to many men in between
she is exchanged
she is wasted
polluted like a stream.

Ask that holy river
Does she like your shiver?
Check her need of idolization.
Give a look -at your nation.
Yeah! she is the mother.
Yes, she had her adolescence too.
Forgive me to mention her periods
She is nailed before that too.

But then she is green
Powerful with rushing stream.
If you can't support her,
then let her be she.
See her transformed self.
All she wants - is to be free.
And she will make you proud
she has craved for it - too long.
But even if she goes in allies.
Thats her decision - out of rallies.
Fuck you - the world 
Fuck you - its carriers
Freedom is a universal right
Women should break all barriers

But then I have a point to offer
Not always is power - a chauffeur
Freedom lives inside
in us, in our mind.
The day we decide to be free.
We become free.
The gate is open
but our eyes are duped.
Look beyond those imposed dukes.

Trust me, Life is free.
all you need - is to feel.
First step - is all that is required.
Be bold and freedom is inner wired.
So what if way is unknown
so what if world seems made of stone
Become River and churn them to pieces
Or glide over them at happy paces
You are the wind
You are the power
You own your life's
Every chord, Every chord.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer