** Woman **

A woman Yes a woman. Creation’s croon Nay, the God’s boon Enigma or mystery Enchanting history Her birth precedes the birth of dawn, A dawn of glory The glory of the morn In the sky forlorn. she’s like lucent dew from sky Or like fairies’ intoxicating sighs, she’s manna from the heaven or treasures of seas seven A song of offering At the altar of gods. She’s graceful, . She’s sweet, and void of pride. Might be her faults lie beneath her vaults, For this, its not her fault, If to her share, some errors she doth make, then will lay bare her amendments to rake For her parents a doting daughter, For her husband a loving wife, Not a slave before that lord, but a friend, who wont walk on a lonesome road, nor walk in for fear and dread. But having once walked, will always hold head high, Never will she fail unless trampled on her tail. Woman Yes a woman, Shes that nymph where anxious cares her pensive thoughts oppressed. Shes a lover where secret passions hide in her breast. Shes a mother, a daughter a scornful virgin, whose charms if missed, where no ardent lover is robbed of his bliss. No matter how small, these qualities shes endowed with, How great How great A wonder she is Isn’t she? Anjali 12-06-2009