A woman with a dandelion

I saw a woman with a dandelion-

In my dream-

She was covered in dirt-

But her aura never concealed!

Forgotten, must be!

She blossomed every month!

That bud of life,

A canvas in her-

Painted in red…

And struck with the pain,

Vibrant, she walked still…

Shackled her legs, might be

But, her spirit?

Well, as free as, a dandelion!

Traversing all the odds of life-

Rested on her destiny-

The journey?

No men can feel!

Yes, I saw a woman with a dandelion-

In my dream!

Puffing the downy tufts!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photocredits: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/366199013427635785/

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Author's Note

For all strong women!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dandelions have this stigma...they spoil the nice lawn...as some women in society might be scorned...and yet, in their own way, they blossom as beautiful as any other flower.

j.