(International woman's day)
Woman is a strange world,
The world of love and dream,
Woman is a beautiful world,
The world of wait and meet,
Man is a guest and woman a host.
Being a woman is being a riddle,
A wonderful ripple of Cosmos,
The meeting point of earth and Sky,
A woman is a living Joy,
Full of fun joy and happiness.
Women are art music and dance,
More poetry than the poetry itself,
Living epic with ludicrous rhyme,
Digression of the most occult
A woman is a living heaven
A woman is a Night full of stars,
Sometimes shiny sometimes cloudy,
A woman is a full moon Night,
Calm and passive with twinking covert,
A heavenly plain nurturing life.
Women are calm quiet and serene,
Their serenity is deep and Truthful,
Their calmness is centralmost
They are like Buddha and Mahabir
quiet like a placid Lake.
Down the ages they are tortured,
Victimized by men's inferiority Complex,
A woman is Stronger than a man,
Receptive and Well-proportioned,
A woman is to nurture The Spirit.
A woman is a wise man with womb,
A divine intervention of The divine,
Being part of Man and yet Beyond,
A woman is a vertical being with Smile.
Woman is not the opposite of man,
Nor the far end portion of Life,
Opposite is not opposite and eneny,
It is completely fulfilling the other,
The complimentary madness to make
A woman is like the vast Sky,
Passively active with the song of life,
Half of man is woman and half
of woman is man,
A woman is man from the depth of being,
The Shiny Joy of life is woman.
A woman is a real force of life,
Years after years They are suppressed for
their genuine traits,
The vast Ocean is made to remain inactive,
The waves are subdued for no good,
A woman is huge tree with roots
Saints saga and enlightened Beings,
Are at the feet of tender artiste of life,
With varied role they blossom, festival
of human kind and generous
oozing of loving mankind.
A woman is wonder than wonderful,
Lovely and lovable beyond conception,
A shiny morning with mystic fog,
The thin veil of Temptation,
The brooding brook that flows
downwards and upwards,
With brooding joy nurture broods,
A wowan is milky ocean from which
stems the juice of Life.
A laughing humanity will be born,
A serious yet hilarious kind
With no war to push mankind into
The ditch of destruction,
No ego to invent Deadly bomb
to invest the source of basic Living,
A world with no bloodshed will
Embellish the humanity,
With women as guiding Spirits.
Men fight to win, to go beyond Mind,
Without womb man is empty drum,
Only to unleash torture of inhumanly kind,
With alternative might he writes
Poetry or climb hills and valleys,
beats space to fulfil his urgent need,
Ego goes up to with invisible wings,
Man is nurtured by false notion,
As creator and suppressing his
Woman is a blessing and jouyful
She is receptive and passive,
And with passivity She is powerful,
Father is father and Mother is both
Father and Mother,
A woman is beyond doubt Divine
In every Sphere.
13/03/2019 - 2: 00 PM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem