O sun shine fiercely
enlighten the souls
centuries of morbidity
has limited the sight
but not at my home
My daughters know their might

O wind blow like a storm
Sweep the webs of denigration
It suffocates with its prejudices
but not at my home
My daughters are winds of change

O river flow like a torrent
Its conscious is stagnant stinking mire
But not at my home
My daughters have flown all stale with cinch

O time move swiftly
Incompetence hiding 
under facade of chauvinism
But not at my home
My daughters have unseated many.

(Dedicated to all fathers .. who support their daughter’s dreams)

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From the Origin of time many rise and fall like winter weeds, My identity could not be revealed by anyone, My identity could only be revealed if you know me well. There isn't any great mystery about me. What I do is glamorous and has an awful lot of white-hot attention placed on it. But the actual work requires the same discipline and passion as any job you love doing, be it as a very good pipe fitter or a highly creative artist.