Curse

“Curse” word makes me to cry What sense it makes when we try To convey about displeasure That it shall not occur in future First as mother More to endure From child’s birth Till her death Whole of the family Belongs to her really She is incarnation And stands holy in relation As wife She stands as knife Cuts through all the troubles Stands like rock and excels “Home” as we call it heaven The meaning is well taken Woman is making it hell too If we force her to reveal Let curse befall on mankind Instead to make her tolerate blindly She must be give all her dues Very respectfully behaved and viewed Remember, we all owe existence Not to god alone by chance She is there as central figure Our creator, savior and future