THE COSMOS UNDER YOUR MAGICAL BERET

You made the world turn around and notice you,

While your wonders were known only by a very few.

You changed the rules and set them all new,

In an orb that would have remained otherwise askew.

The colossal sky decorated with the stars and the moon,

Without your presence might have fallen down too soon.

Most days, you make us get rid of our gloom, 

Thriving like those wildflowers that are ready to bloom.

I wonder what's left out yet

That can't come under your magical beret;

Be it a turban, or bonnet, or hijab, or ghunghat,

Or perhaps just the fragrance that lingers overhead.

You could wield a pen, a pan, a sword, a bat

And comfort a soul in need, just like that.

You even reached space and travelled around,

Vanquishing the evil forces, you pushed them all to the ground.

Your greatness, yet the modest speech,

To the human-folk, so much it has got to teach.

Come forth, for the world is all yours

And we ought to break down too many closed doors.  

Believe, but trust no one;

We have come so far; just a little more left unspoken

You stood with grit when they said: 'You’re just a woman.'

But today, the universe lives only by your summon.

 

                                    

   - by Dr. Rehana

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This is part of Blogchatter’s #TBRchallenge activity for the prompt: recite a poem of your own. (From one woman to another)