Some days we are complete contradictions
Other days we are indistinguishable
We share a bond not simple enough
To be understood by those who haven’t felt the same
I’m just another her and she’s just another me
It is hard to hold a mirror to myself some days
So I can only guess which parts of her are sewn into my veins
But I am proud of all the threads
I carry in my heart a portrait of her beautiful face
inside of me, her grit and fervour, her recklessness
She’s a woman, both a storm and a lighthouse
She has eyes that peer struggle with grace
The only thing I know with complete certainty
Is that as long as she exists
I will never be in this world unloved
And in pain, her tears will always reach me first
To me there’s no prestige bigger
Than to be known as her descendant
So if they ever see her in the way I smile
I shall have lived my life
-Vaishnavi Talkar
She’s a woman, both a storm and a lighthouse.
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