Vacating branches for new life to propagate,
the leaves with fire in their veins,
surrender themselves to fate.
My father’s or my husband’s name doesn’t define me.
My career or my earnings don’t define me.
My children or their achievements don’t define me.
My education or my social status doesn’t define me.
My clothes don’t define me, my home doesn’t define me.
People’s opinions about me , don’t at all define me.
Warmth of the Sun, coolness of the moon, calmness of the oceans and brightness of the stars define me.
All the love in the universe harbouring in my heart defines me.
What defines me, is that I am a woman.
I am who I am just the way I should be, just the way I was meant to be.
I am joy, I am the reason for celebrations. I am the sponge that soaks everyone’s worries.
I am defined by birth and death, I am defined by myself.
The sky is getting clearer, clouds beginning to disperse with winds of change.
The wind is getting cooler, Sun beginning to shine more often over mountain range.
Days, evenings not somber anymore, grays converting into vibrant landscapes.
Wetness drying up, no more downpours, colours popping up like lady’s drapes.
Relief from heat, break from the rains. Seems like the Earth is ready to exhale.
Bunches of red, contrasting with greens of leaves.
Little flower umbrellas, sheltering insects from grieves.
Cool September breeze, giving respite from the heat.
Making flowers blossom, getting ready for Autumn greet.
Veteran leaves turning yellow, saying goodbyes ready to let go.
Magic of Autumn hiding within each fold, forests waiting to transform in motion slow.