Gems Of Life Poem by Malakshmi Borthakur

At times, she digs her own grave,
Sitting comfortably inside, and looking naive.

But she is careful, when she strings together,
All the broken parts of her feminine self.

She mends it again and again to become a shining jewel,
Never parting with her soul, or giving it a farewell.

A woman is a treasure form of pain and love,
But never the soul to be written off as mystery.

She has always brightened world history,
Being true and honest in her victory.

If one succeeds to capture her form in reality,
She will open up as the clustered jewellery.

Even ornaments have to be strung, to get a shape,
Or else it remains dishevelled for people to gape.

Such is characteristics of the feminine gender
They are strung gems, if you ever see them wander.