Mesmerized by her liquid eyes
the ancients called her a deity,
scared of her immense power
some stood before her to worship.
Unmatched by her love and care
she is adored as a mother,
a playmate as a sister and a soul mate as wife,
she wipes everybody’s tears and shares everybody’s grief
To many she is a silhouette of an hour-glass,
but when the hour is divided into minutes, seconds
and minute moments, she occupies the eternity,
transcending base desires, lust and human frailty
A woman is not just a showcase of a home,
a bath-tub doll, but a life-line of the creation,
she is not the fuel to keep the passion burning
but the morning rays to keep the days glowing!
A woman is a flower of the paradise,
ever to remain fresh and never to wither,
ever to spread the fragrance of love
and be the source of infinite pleasure!