The Wings of Power
She was born, shorn of shine
At the time she seem'd, a joke from Divine
"Why, O, why us you thus blessed,
Were our lives any less messed?"
The knees on ground, her eyes at the sky
With wings of fire, her license to fly.
Of three sisters, third she was
To no human, heard she was
Dreams forbidden, paths downtrodden
And awaited her, chores so sodden.
The knees on ground, her eyes at the sky
With wings of fire, her license to fly.
But little did they know, oh, so little they did
Of a fire, no water can douse; an empire no world can house
A will of iron, unmalleable; a belief so strong, unshakeable.
She decided to take on her fate
The knees on ground, her eyes at the sky
With wings of power, her license to fly.
And years later, on a grand grand scale
She jumped higher, yes, the fire, than anyone
She ran more, yes, the iron core, than anyone
With every Gold she won, she gave a dream to daughters of nation
The knees on ground, her eyes at the sky
With wings of fire, her license to fly.
-Shivam'da'
