She

Yes, I know

I’m a character in a fiction

Just to read but never numbered

I’m a fragment of the large audience

But never performed on the stage

It’s written in the book of myth

my presence to be found as a witch, a mermaid,

Or an angel in the fairy-tale

That depicted through the fancies

My name doesn't appear  

In the chapters of the history

that buried the value 

and the uniqueness of my being

by missing the form of self-censorship.

In the eyes of the kinsmen,

I’m a lame duck forever

Who’s destined to be a lamenter

whenever obedient to tradition

Truly, I've being a river of life

that flowing through the valleys

which cherished the essence of nations,

for throughout the history.

Even though, I’ve been a great mystery

Yet to be identified

and yet to be defined!