Character Makes A Woman Poem by Rajendran Muthiah

She burns with love and wants to be practical
and doesn't listen to whatsup calls and tales.
She wants me to go round her before her folks,
but in public view I'm better placed than her.

Her body is so soft as the plaintain's stem
but her heart is stronger than the steel.
Even some words of comfort to heal the harm
she doesn't say as her proud nature stops.

She isn't rich but she pretends to be so.
Those with own cars come by bus to save something
but she wants praise for her scooter-ride
as if she were a Guinness record maker.

Her bob hair, pony tail or her bun will bring no name.
For women folks, no character will spoil her game.