Love is a metaphor

Love begins with a metaphor that rules in the contradiction of vows,

The one that emphasizes the conditionality one endows

Love is a metaphor that materializes itself in the blasphemous realms of duty,

A man should not shed a tear and a woman

Should be an object of desire, alluring to the male gaze to be called a thing of beauty.

Silenced by society, obligated by the deemed call,

A woman forges to only know her worth once she loses it all

Trembling with fear as she is surmounted with desolation again,

She surrendered to the divine and a new quest surged to begin

In the eloquence of solitude, she mellowed to the eternal might,

To have faith in her power, she forged to be her light.

-Hridya