One man closed his eyes,
God took one rib and
Gave birth to a woman.
Perfectly curved from clay
With two luscious lips
One womb to bear
Her fruits and please.
Two oranges were placed,
On her chest to mother.
So Special sometimes kind
Her beauty makes men blind
That is a Woman.
Fools rush in like flies,
Some are hypnotized
A flower in our eyes
Her love is so divine
Angels without feathers
Serpents in the grass
That is a woman.
Mother of the earth
Let all men take note
They are good and bad
Some may make us cry
Sometimes we wish to die,
But give thanks to God
For making us a woman
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Eyan: Great introspective thought. You did get some of that right on the button. Adeline
oh, this is nice.Written so well and good flow of words.Keep it up Hugs, meggie
Facinating read, glad you still have faith in meeting a WoMan. ...
Dear Desire, Nouvel presentation. But there is no fulfilment to one without the other. Perhaps, that's why your title goes like WoMan. Man interwoven in woman The image of serpent, perhaps, does not fit here. Thanks for sharing Rajkumar
The poem is a tribute to women but serpent...well...well...well...very creative!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is nice. Very good. YOur Oranges could be apples, thats all.