Revere Thy Woman
The world is beautiful, for it has a mother to care,
The world is beautiful, for it has a sister to share,
The world is beautiful, for it has friend to walk along,
The world is beautiful, for it has a wife to live life long.
Soft she stays to nurture tot,
Tough she becomes to behold all lot,
A child she remains for her parent always,
Yet en-wombs many as God ways.
A shoulder she needs at times tough,
A hug she gives to ease all rough,
Fragile she stays as submission she loves,
But cares for all and shoulders parallel above.
Revere thus we must, for her deeds supreme,
As truly divined, thus she is since eternity,
Vow thus we must, to shield her through all regime,
As a creator she is christened by Almighty.
A poem written about a year back and originally posted on my Sulekha Blog page
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