Celebrations

Before I slowly fade out in the horizons,

I wish to feel lighter and lighter

Till the weights fail to keep me down

To watch the earth from afar

A tiny blue dot from heavens above

Vast telescopes and eagle eyes

Failing to see the social quakes

Rearranging the jigsaw Earth to

Pangaean Motherland of the past

Lines of races and gender alike

Erased out of the country maps

Oh, dear, which form should I take hence?

A balloon, a rocket or rather space junk!

They all will drift away from the souls

I wish, hence, to be the flames of fire

Dancing to the tunes of its own

Rhythms set myself

Free from the reins of winds

I wish to be the clear water down the streams

Granting every vessel that holds me

The boon to retain their shapes to my whims

I wish to be the free and mighty wind

Sailing by the curves that I define

I wish to rise as the mystic sprit

Switching over forms of my choice

Spreading chillness down the spines

Which failed to stand upright

When the ME in my women got trotted down

Call it revenge or fury

Or as cries of agony 

Of echoes of the long past

Failing to die down after eons

But, you’re mistaken dear

For teardrops can’t quench flames of fire

Dancing deep down as in the earth’s womb

Rumbling and raging for centuries

Beneath the oceans, hills and valleys alike

As well as the frozen ice crowns of the poles

Meditating in fortitude for long

I wish hence once again

To set my own stage

The world has ever seen

To play the one act 

The world will fail to forget

Celebrating the ME with all of WOMEN