Maya – the quintessential
epitome of love, compassion and patience,
Often wonders, is she a
highflier, or the so-called statue of brilliance;
She traded hours of
her sleep, comfort and indulgence
For a more meaningful
existence and a lifetime of self-reliance.
As she stepped out of
her abode one morning,
She saw the handful of
name tags, slanders and blames approaching;
Someone called her indolent
and impervious, while another questioned her right to freedom,
Does she really need
to stop by, and justify her cause to these defamers and wardens of fiefdom?
There she arrives, at
the threshold of independence, integrity and individuality
And decides to call it
a day, and be labelled as slothful, egotistic and petty;
Rather than spend an epoch,
trying to perfect the art of managing the strife,
And keep everyone contented
and informed, and jeopardise her paradise called life.
For now, its she, pleased
at her choices, proud of her triumphs,
Waiting to soar into the
next journey of fulfilment and oomph;
The world is the perpetual dais, with a vast
audience,
The woman is ready to
take a bow for her eminence.
