Exclusive: Best of Women Poetry: Edited by Padmaja Iyengar-Paddy
AS
SHE SOARS
Watch her kohl lined in her reddened eyes,
Although a million tears she silently cries,
Mistake not her shringaar or her alankar as
vanity,
She walks on thorns bleeding her petalled heart dainty,
Surmise not the way she drapes six yards over her
contours,
She wears with panache and grace her virtuosity
camouflaging her fears,
Imagine not that she paints her nails to get your
attention,
Her chores, her dedication and her relentless spirit need
to release her tension,
Ponder not about her whereabouts when she strides with
confidence,
She would walk away from distrust, so just don’t put her
through that offence,
Lack not in receiving and giving her love for she will
anyway bloom,
And make an oasis of arid deserts and chase away dreary
gloom,
Hope not that she will avenge you for all the wrong you
did,
She is after all like this Earth evolving through day and
night goodbye never to bid,
Fear not her angst as she conjures up storms, floods and
volcanoes,
For even in that calamity she would enrich, protecting
from deathly throes,
Wonder not where she gets her strength from endlessly,
Instead walk with her undaunted gait as she treads lakes
of fires fearlessly,
She is every woman yesterday, today and tomorrow,
Shower her with caring, happiness and never sorrow.
Best of Women Poetry -2020 :: Setu, March 2020
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