This is an ode to every woman’s story. Whose paths may differ, personal achievements may vary. But, intent always centres around one thing commonly- ‘Oh, shit has happened?Let’s fix it!!’ Here’s to every problem solver of the world who is designed to be how she is, by the Almighty. Else, the balance would topple. To the fair sex, who is fair in every way and means. To my own relationships I am bestowed upon with- Mom, Wife, Sisters, Daugther and many more pearls in my life! She, a Singular Pronoun!? is a poem written by Nikunj Mishra, my partner in everything.
She, a Singular Pronoun!?
The universe is vast, endless and infinite,
With life on one, or may be more celestial bodies.
Waterfalls, tsunami and black holes, all rolled in together. Spectacular reveries of Almighty.
Until she pinches it in on her iPad. Locks it and slides in her pocket.
Inside, her fingers touch something and she pulls it out. A cotton kerchief.
Dad pressed hard on her profusely bleeding chin when she fell off edge of swimming pool.
The pain stops.
She ran it over her forehead on a May afternoon, cycling back home from tuitions.
Tiredness and sweat wiped off.
Younger brother bullied by his peers. She held it to his running nose, half knelt.
Sibling love blossoms.
An alluring man proposes her. Tears trickle down her cheeks in anticipation of ‘Together, happy forever saga’.
A man is born again.
‘Welcome on board, you’re selected’. She squeezes it in her fist, excited, as her manager offered a handshake. She quickly transfer it to her left hand as her eyes glistened. ‘Mum would be proud’. She thought and shook his hands.
Open the deep freezer and pulls out few pieces of ice. Rolls them in and dabs on her fresh wounds. Ponders what hurt more? Pieces of broken dream or countless punches of a man she never challenged.
An alcoholic is spared a lifetime behind bars.
The laundy man unwillingly irons them pro-bono. Everytime. ‘they’re small enough to not give you a dime’, he grunts at her justification under his muffler and leaves.
She looks at her son’s laptop screen. Dusty, unclean and not cared for enough. Strange connection she discovers, In it’s state and hers. She grabs one lying on desk, moist it and wipes the panel clean.
Spends entire life with Tuxedos, Suits, Costly pair of Jeans and Designer Hosiery. Chimes in to fix situations that others can’t even fathom. From time to time.
A buzz on her device breaks the train of thoughts She pulls out to see a Twitter notification from Ogilvy & Mather handle. ‘Congratulations, you’re adjusted our Entrepreneur of the Year’
And that’s when the universe bows down it’s humble head. In her respect. In awe of a hero, who’se mostly unsung! Yet undaunted
And this is how the story goes… from being a Pronoun to becoming a Noun!!
Do check out my another poem Judged!