She

I met a lady:

Chirpy and charming,

Stunning in looks,

Pretty she dresses herself,

Looks way too younger,

Child-like mischievous,

Makes herself a clown,

To hear the loud laughter of her friends!

I thought her to be a happy-go-lucky chic;

To my dismay - all deceiving looks!

Too short span of time I spent with her,

Yet we only have transparent heart to heart talks...

Her tufts of locks sum her a bit:

Neither wavy nor curly - 

Neither ultra modern nor too traditional;

Seems so nonchalant yet a layer beneath 

She is an emoticon who emotes a lot!

Multiple layers beneath her intelligence 

Puts me in awe:

She has sound opinions on politics,

Witty choices in sports and books,

Her tastes are totally unique,

Compared to any of my female friends.

Of all, the beauty lies in her humble nature:

She rarely showcases her brilliance!

And deep down below all the layers,

Shining old-school style 

Love thrives in her...

Purer and tender in form

Not for anyone to judge or comment 

But drives her to all the extremes

dramatically and traumatically;

Makes her clumsy, crazy and messy...

Yet she is fighting to raise above all,
Like you and me...

It’s an act of feminism - 

Know not what this patriarchal society 

Has for her, for you and for me...