I wrote this poem when I was in the twelfth grade. I wrote it for a poetry competition held by the Aurat Foundation, it had won me the third prize. I am posting it in its original form, have not edited it now, although I see many flaws and errors. This time is the best, I thought, to have it here as its the World's Women's Day. A passion, a love, a fire, a heaven;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.
She stays awake to make her child sleep;
she stays hungry to let her child eat.
she cares, she weeps, she gives all that her child needs,
the one to whom we all turn is a mother,a mother.
An angel, an eagle, an enthusiasm, an ocean;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.
She stands beside her husband no matter what the time be,
she sacrifices her needs so her husband does not weep.
she loves, she compromises her desires and fulfills her husbands every small wish.
the one who can always counted on by a husband,is a wife, a wife.
A kite, a flower, a raindrop, a sea;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.
She cries with her parents, she laughs with her parents,
she lets go even her lover for the sake of her parents.
she adores, she admires and she is the reason for her parent's pride,
on whom all the parents can rely on, is a daughter, a daughter.
A trust, a friend, a star, a wind;
a woman, a woman, its all she can be.
She shares, she keeps all the secrets that she hears;
she gives confidence and can become a source of inspiration,
she rejoices with all your joys and suffers all your pains,
to whom we can talk whenever we are lonely,for a brother, is always a sister, a sister.
She makes us all proud,
and instigates me to say this aloud,
I AM A WOMAN
I AM A WOMAN
I AM PROUD TO BE A WOMAN.
