The New Woman Poem by sreelekha premjit

holding her head high
traversing the stony paths
her hands
her heart
her feet
her soul
tied to one thought
(one too many at times)
she transcends pain, solitude
bending to conquer
bowing to defeat
the odds
the rogues
the travesties of fate
she stands tall
in her small frame
sunken cheeks
hollowed eyes
she redefines beauty

she adds new meanings to conviction
the woman
altogether new
yet the same....