A strong lady she claims,
Greater heights she aims,
A better life she prays,
Though, destiny is a prey.
A prey is destiny though,
When life tumbles, she holds,
Alas! depression stifles goals,
The uncertainties of life no one knows.
At nights, to her Lord, her request she files,
And by the day to the globe, like a struggler she tries,
In her shoes I am, full of hopes I fly
Grant her wishes, oh the Giver of life.
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Author:
Araokanmi Sheryffat (Arashet) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 4th, 2023 18:27
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem captures the lifestyle of every lady out there striving hard to succeed. I write this poem to make the struggling lady realize that she is not alone, I am as well in her shoes. Definitely, her prayers would be answered and her struggles would yield positively.
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Comments2
Very well written. Beautiful and touching.
"At nights, to her Lord, her request flies"
Yes! Who else can understand if not Him!
Yes, only Him understands our plights... "She files all her requests to her Lord at nights"
Thanks so much, JohnLee.😊
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