azmat naushad asif


Abla Nari - Poem by azmat naushad asif

 
Fresh crisp saree
Entwined around the navel
Kids around the neck
Men around the legs
Man…
She is the Woman
 
A being
Who earns, spends, spare, save
Prays, raise, satisfies, sighs
Power conceives in her womb
Man,
She is the Woman
 
Long tresses
Saddled chains
Kohl laden eyes
A cupid's nest
Heaving bosoms
Secrets concealed
A goddess pursued
Oh! Man,
She is the Woman
 
 
Abused
Bedded
Cursed
Desired
Eaten
Forced
Gored
Hired
I nfluenced
Judged
Killed
Loved
Married
Noticed
Ogled
Played
Quarreled
R aped
Smothered
Traded
Underestimated
Violated
Worshipped
X- rated
Yearn
Zapped

Still can not get enough of her?

She isn't here
Just to woo men
Man…
She is the Women

From the shadows
Has emerged
Attained and achieved
A conqueror
Captivating
Enchanting
Destruc tive
And yet creating
Every role has she played.
Now it's her turn
To make you play

Behold!
Here comes the Woman.


Comments about Abla Nari by azmat naushad asif

  • Wahab Abdul (5/22/2012 10:27:00 PM)


    fantastic poem, are you bengali.....abala nari? however, see my poems, (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012



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