By Zoya Khan:
“Today I dedicate this poem to all the wonderful women in my friend list. I have written it especially for my daughter
Happy Women’s Day.
Daughters ,the butterflies.
Varied and Varicolored.
Delicate yet Diligent.
Do not let your colorful wings be clipped or crumbled.
Your dreams may feel desolated.
The clouds of illusion and apprehension may dampen your face.
Do not let your soaring dreams be torn and tattered.
Your freedom may feel drenched.
The clouds of oppression and suppression may auction your existence.
Do not let fable and folklore drive away to fairyland.
You live as you may believe.
The clouds of rejection and elimination may chain your passion.
Daughters be the living legend.
Recuperate and recover.
Strong and Steady.
You are born with wings not meant for crawling.”
March 2017 ·