She

She’s a she, with all her wit,

And that my dear, is the beauty of it.

We under-estimate their capacity,

We blame them for insanity,

We forget they were who gave birth to humanity,

Yet, why treat them with disparity.

They are as smart as anyone,

They are loved by everyone,

They are the apple of everyone’s eye,

Yet, why greet them with a sigh.

They’re born with the capacity to bear,

They’re even worshipped everywhere,

They’re capable of every work,

Yet, why look at them and smirk.

They’re beautiful, no doubt,

They’re cute and pretty, no doubt,

They’re personifications of angels, no doubt,

Yet, that not the only thing they’re about.

She’s a she with all her grit,

And that my dear, is the beauty of it.

‘She’ By Suhaas Putta  ©