The travails of aware spirit
date back to find
the pearls of Vedas and Sangam
with the wit of Gargi and
the pride of Avvaiyar behind.
A glean into the gone
must reunite the women of today
to stand for self and all;
the verses must not fail the gamma
of the musings of Sikta, Surya, Yami, Apala.
Back to this time
she keeps her own band aside,
the fight can be won with others
but not with the women
who cripple her own inside.
Often venture into the time
perusing the Panchkanya,
the one that arms and disarms
equips and despoils from
Sita, Draupadi to Tara.
Belonging to Bharat,
to cognize ourselves, our band
is the soul of the verse,
to leverage all, not a few
with brains present and middle thew.
Warmth is the word
for every woman to offer,
to rise inside and hold her band
a drop to soothe, a ground to land.
Wish, if this can form a face,
a vase to hold blossoms and
hold her case!
