She comes to re-build our motherland. Poem by Vethika

By Vethika Pushpakanth

Human history!

You have kept your head down

Untempted to see the endless suffering of women!

A thousand million nights you are merciless

How many women’s secrets have you hidden within you?

Lands of wide open fields

Why did you remain silent

Without grief

For the women who grief-stricken, died and were buried in you?

Great intellectuals who revised and wrote the world’s history

Did your knowledge become complete without knowing the plight of women?

Rocks that stood firm since times dawn

Do you know that she is stronger than you?

She is the river of Tira whose thirst consumes an ocean.

She is the flood of her oppressor

Washing the shores of their mind.

Woman is not weak

She who knows how to encourage is not afraid.

She is not illiterate; she is a teacher

She is not one to be hidden, she deserves to be honoured

A woman is never a curse, she is a blessing.

She dared to win the bar

Her unheeded prayers are being watched on the world stage today.

Her voice roars in the great halls

At her behest the world goes well

The world can no longer ignore the power she has stored.

Now she sets forth to cleanse the remaining impurities

Now she is the one who cleanses

Poverty, incapability, ignorance and distrust

She comes to build our motherland

That will thrive with happiness and prosperity

In every heart of our nation

The power of women will never fade again.