They saw her in the battlegrounds
And couldn’t help but laugh
at her fragility they mocked
“Nah! she has no fight in her.”
They declared in not so many words.
She did not protest, did not defend
Her quietude did all the more offend
those who felt she must be sent
back to the shrine for she couldn’t
be given a chance for even trying.
As she came forward, they were left surprised
For the fragility was gone
and she was, as if reborn
as, a rare blend of many creatures surfaced in her features
Her hawkeyed alertness
Her Panthera agility and fearlessness
All spoke of her flexible stance
They stood agape, completely in trance
to witness this fantasy tale unfold
which, for posterity they told
and held her in veneration forever
And in their hearts they honoured
the memory of thist
the goddess, the warrior, the woman….
