She fights her battle like a valiant warrior
sporting a new robe of courage
guarding off herself with a rapier
slashes the nonsense and babble…
shedding the dead old skin
yet unlike the rest
she dares forth determined
in her combat with the vagaries of social metaphor.
Her weapon is the most powerful,
,the five and half inch pen
killing millions with a single severe blow of words…
while reviving hundreds from the dead chores…
A new hope rises from the ashes of oblivion
A neoteric incarnation of a woman in the dominion of chauvinists…
spoke she with humility pulling the truth
that laid beneath the mattress
she shakes the conscience of the slumber,
to lift the losing values of human coherence…
Births a new age,
When a woman is armed with intelligence
fortified by mental strength
ready to shoulder the task in a nations’ progress.
soumyav 
This is amazing, Soumyav! There are many great metaphors and I love the strength pouring from your words! Awesome!
Thank you very much Lauren for your encouraging words.