She trots on the streets

And it looks like the fusion of an ensemble

Which regales many hearts and minds,

With some kind of effectual treats.

She plays many roles on the stages of life.

Sometimes a role of a sacrificing mother,

Trying to protect her child from the evil effects of negativity, 

Sometimes a wife who takes care of her husband,

By having a pleasure of all kinds of superiority,

Sometimes a true companion who holds her partner's hand,

Through thick and thin

With a beacon of sincerity, 

And tries to eradicate all kinds of complexity.

But she faces the mountain of hindrances in her life

And people always criticise her

With the verbosities of unusual strife.

Nobody notices all those beautiful tears

That fall every moment from her eyes,

Which can even make an ocean feel extremely shy.

But she knows how to smile and act like the happiest one

Because this cruel world never cares for no one,

She slogs through day and night

And others remain absolutely numb towards her plight.

Today, her presence glisters all those thrones

Which, once she was harshly deprived of

And left nothing but only high doses of painful groans.

Now she is walking with a lot of pride.

But still there are millions of desires,

Remaining suppressed in many hearts

Which is visible through all those wide open insomniac eyes

And a little boost is just lurking around the corner 

Eagerly to move forward

To make those souls a positive jolt of apprise.