Emma's tale...

She too had a battle to wage
she too had problems to solve
she too had the bills to pay
she too had to live life lonely
she too aspired for job security
not that any of it was acknowledged
she too had to bear brunt of time
yet she put up smile to assure, she was alive
though in a battlefield..
battle half won, incessant
Her name was Emma,
her only fault -She was girl!!
So she fought battles never ending, battles with no face
no person, no enemy, no viewable end
battles with no logic, no reasoning,no humanity
not even was she ever an acknowledged warrior
she knew she was, by the each blow she got
for Emma it was a strange place
she was so very alive in her own world
then where she lived
suppressing her wonders, her joy
she no longer danced or hymed
whenever her heart felt like;
as the unknown enemy can blow her apart
the fight must go on, to protect- deny her own self
she had wanted a meaningful life
a life worthwhile in her terms
not in the prevailing fancied notions
she had to reconcile
cause live for others was the whole dictum
Ah! it was a lifelong preoccupation
for sshe was Emma, Emma a girl
all customs and traditions she represented
all high ideals and purity, were hers to portray
yet she was a worthless as a being
only the ideals were coherent, meaningful and worthy
the ideals she was meant to live, long before she was born
what to do of being real and its dreams
what could she do, to be in peacce
for the battles manifolds had to be waged
though a girl she was, Emma -with such a beautiful name.........