Sprinkling colours on blank pages
Like filling the emptiness residing
Every drop is the tear that got frozen
To tell the story of hurt only I know.
Power is not just in win
It lies even in the defeat
It is there in acceptance
And in the frozen tears
It is in that determination
And in encouragement
It is in everything that balms
Not just in consuming
Power is not just control
Often it’s in empowering others .
P.S. : As someone who teaches feminist conception of power to postgrad students this topic was very close and I wanted to talk more on it but due to lack of time of weekdays I leave you guys with this poem only. Hope it conveys what I wanted to say.