Let the hair open and feel the breeze
succumbed to heart wrenching injuries
posing for more stimulating experiences.
Let the hair let loose like Maa Durga
be a warrior woman and ride a lion.
Be the shakti- the strength that reflects your dominion.
Let the hair flow free in the wind
and feel the power of tenacity
upholding it with utmost purity.
Let the hair fall with stance of newness
chasing every dream in the most versatile manner
creating one’s valor with utmost desire.
Let the hair hold the onset of ingenuity
building the charismatic flair
laying down as calm as a mere.
Let the hair behold the power of Maa Kali
the symbol of energy- the Shakti
curating the portrait of audacity.
Mehak Gupta Grover
A powerful,allusive poem.
Thankyou so much, sir