Of Woman
Woman, a vast sky,
That covers man and his all acts,
Above faith and belief,
She deserves respect
By Mukesh Sharma
Woman,
a mystery,
No
man can solve indeed.
Like
a God She is,
Perceived,
not easy to please.
Woman,
a mother,
That
procreates really.
Makes a child a man,
And
a man a baby.
Woman,
a desire,
An
eternal spring.
Began
with Adam,
Shall
end with Eve.
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Woman,
a dream,
Every
man delights.
Be
it in dead of night,
Or
a full daylight.
Woman,
a touch,
Man
can feel not.
With
open eyes,
But
in mind, eyes shut.
Woman,
a smile,
Where
silence treads.
Only
a truth seeker,
Can
understand and read.
Woman,
a pleasure,
So
serene and still.
Only
a faithful can,
Experience
and feel.
Woman,
a namaaz
Offered
with attitude all.
Niyat not broken,
Except
on mother’s call.
Woman,
a worship,
A
matter of belief is.
Can
be propitiated with,
Pure
mind and sacrifice.
Woman,
an azaan,
That
turns one on.
And
reminds,
God's not far off.
Woman,
an Eid,
Believers
wait and wish.
After
holy ramzaan what,
Relation
between man-God is.
Woman, a Diwali,
That
dispels darkness.
Even
in deep sorrow,
Can bring happiness.
Woman,
a nature,
That
nurtures all.
Like
a universe,
Beyond
man’s call.
Woman,
a public,
That
makes netas.
Bears all the brunt,
With
no complaint.
Woman,
an India,
Holding
all together.
Hindu,
Muslim, Sikh, Christian,
Like a marigold flower.
Woman,
a vast sky,
That
covers man and his all acts,
Above
faith and belief,
She
deserves respect.
