A Woman : As pblished in Insight, The Hitavada |
Lives like a penny clenched,
By the insular fetters flinched,
Enjoys the prerogative of gestating,
Virgin or a harlot, she keeps begetting.
Preceded by none of her kind,
She is unique and her state of mind.
Mother, sister, daughter, granny
Relationships she lives many.
Tad tacky commands she obeys and follows,
Surrenders, toils and blows her bellows.
Sweeps, washes and clears the ashes,
Fighting vermin, in the house she lashes.
Entireties she makes on behalf of others,
Nuances of emotions silently she utters.
Prudence she lacks or it’s her endurance?
A woman survives with great perseverance.
Symbol of beauty she is, grace is her dance,
Blue oceans are her gestures of romance.
Humility is the garment she wears,
Festooned by the pearls of tears.
Her lashes, the colored nails and lips she flaunts,
The bootylicious babe that every man wants.
Smart and clever, she stands blur behind the mist,
Struggles to maintain her identity and grit.
Sometimes totally messed up she seems,
In her shell retreats, when intense are the beams.
Vexed by the unwanted cantonments in her terrain,
Stubborn and egoistic appears the siren.
Deception of fame she bears sometimes,
Taciturn appears, but actually mimes.
Falls prey to the constant pursuits of flattery,
Diagnose she cannot a plot of treachery.
Elfin she is, to her beaux addicted,
Gluttony she forgives and is always convicted.
Frail, fragile, the ultimate the seductress,
Deceitful, spiteful, jealous or a lurid traitress.
Delegate in the annals of valiance and bravery,
Won has she and brought the world under slavery.
Upon the celebrations and feats her feet soften,
The vermouth of obsequies she enjoys often.
Testatrix of the values, she is well equipped,
Benefactress she dies and she is worshipped.
Mistress or ruler with an approach inflexible,
Like a colossal gust of wind sometimes intolerable.
Sheaf of livid and pestered souls a hundred,
Testament to myths, she is immortal or undead.
And the form her which’s the most ubiquitous,
A dreamer, with a hope, uncertain and ambiguous,
That all her dreams would one day come true,
That leaves her either glorified or all alone to rue.
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