Jaishree Nair


Woman - Poem by Jaishree Nair

A woman! !
Embodiment of beauty!
Epitome of love!
Creativity at its height!

Graceful like a swan,
Dignity in her stride,
Born to be loved,
Beauty well defined...


Taken from the rib of Adam -they say;
Enticed him to eat THE FRUIT -they say;
Responsible for opening the Pandora's Box -they say;
To let out troubles unlimited -they say.

But can't imagine a world without her-
The generator of generations,
Her womb to germinate the seeds,
Her mercy infinite! !

Her eyes a mystery of veiled secrets
To drown in its depth
The choice of a few lucky ones
Her lips sensual; though stubborn at times
Various roles she justifies.

Weak in gender maybe...
But strong in mind...definitely...
Meek like a deer when loved;
Fierce like a lion when wounded.

Like a mother hen she weaves a mantle around her family;
Protective and possessive in nature,
When hurt she suffers alone-
When happy she rejoices with all

Not a show piece to be adorned;
Has proved her mettle;
Space created in all sectors-
Evidence of equality shown

This gift a boon to mankind;
To be loved and treasured! ! !

Topic(s) of this poem: woman


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  • Melvina Germain (11/1/2015 7:48:00 PM)


    I like this poem and as a woman I can see that it comes from a beautiful within your soul, so thank you for the wonderful tribute to my sisters and me...10..... (Report) Reply

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (8/31/2015 10:21:00 AM)


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    Woman - Poem by Jaishree Nair
    A woman! !
    Embodiment of beauty!
    Epitome of love!
    Creativity at its height!

    Graceful like a swan,
    Dignity in her stride,
    Born to be loved,
    Beauty well defined...


    Taken from the rib of Adam -they say;
    Enticed him to eat THE FRUIT -they say;
    Responsible for opening the Pandora's Box -they say;
    To let out troubles unlimited -they say.

    But can't imagine a world without her-
    The generator of generations,
    Her womb to germinate the seeds,
    Her mercy infinite! ! after a contrast in the stanza above, you come to this stanza. Beautiful. yes if only all could cherish a woman as she is created by God and to love her as the mother of generations and the embodiment of mercy this world would have been a better place. But i think of our dirty dowry system which kills relationships and a girl is considered as a burden. soooo pathetic. thank you for your poem God bless
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 16, 2015


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