Unbeaten

So often snipped in the bud

Not allowed to take form and grow

And when the snipping is not done

Then the growth is rather slow,

For want of proper food,

And nourishment

                                                      In spite of this

If growth does take place

Obstacles are placed

In this life’s race

Yet if she does overcome

And finds herself the space

To grow and blossom

By assiduous effort and strife,

What awaits this tragic life?

An awful sacrifice

At the altar of greed

This life?

That of an Indian woman- -

Yet through the ages

She has stood her ground

To be unbeaten

And she continues to persevere

Making her mark

In the Indian social atmosphere.

 ~~ Crystal David John