Blazing at the gazing sky,
Deep into the heart as the beach comber rise,
Sitting and counting the glazing of the pebbles,
When near the seashore heart heaviness arise...
In the coil letter of her voice roll,
Up to the sky spreading with wind rode,
Like a funnel her soul cries,
Taking her cries to a heaven with a code...
In myth she's hackney,
Or a haddock of Atlantic,
Perfect a awesome belgard,
Hitherto lack of Avid...
Social evils efface sophrosyne,
Burning soul sentiment lunatic,
To bear harry, it's hard,
Yet, deep inside she's trid...
Why these beast gets parry,
It's more torment than the tic,
Why! She has to dree?
O'thee listen every sis bid...
Thou it's a gramercy,
For a present so fantastic,
Whose heart never gets hard,
Hitherto lack of avid...
She is a "WOMAN" mother, wife or sis,
Gives you helping hand when you are sick,
She's a perfect awesome belgard,
Hitherto lack of Avid
Deep inside! ! With the muse of respect and responsibilities! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
She is a " WOMAN" mother, wife or sis, Gives you helping hand when you are sick, She's a perfect awesome belgard, Hitherto lack of Avid....very beautiful poem... thanks
It is the weakness of women that they feel weak. But the truth is quite reverse. They are holding the entire nature. Although your doubt in the present society can't be denied. Existence of the entire creation can not be imagined without women. Invite you to read my poem Woman. Keep it up. You have to go ahead. Lots of blessings.10++++++ for sharing your thoughts and feelings.
They all talk about empowerment of women, the real empowerment comes from within and women has shown that several times as you mentioned, Let every women rise and realise their power. Thoughtful poem Naila.10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poetry... I love to read it... Such a inspiration..