Times In Her Wings
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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She has her secret magic
to keep men's hopes alive
she's truly fantastic
the girl the woman the wife
On earth the heavenly flower
in color's riot blooming wild
south wind and summer's shower
god's face is she girl child
The morning though passes to noon
times in her wings fly
she's a woman too soon
the woman of my eye
The woman of all weather
without her man is woe-man
she's wife sister mother
the way only a woman can
She fathoms what men don't tire
see her heart burned and holed
till she walks the whole length of fire
and be the woman in their eye old
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