Woman: An Adroit Heiress Poem by Nikhat Bano

Knock softly on a woman's heart,
it has delicate and simmering walls;
Her heart is a flare in an ice case,
she's passionate but in wise ways.

She's neither a frozen lake of salt
not an entity buried in a numb vault;
A proud owner of a pulsating heart,
she's a pioneer of a predestined task.

Owning or disowning her is out of question,
her existence swipes earth and heaven
Someone who has been created by design,
who are we to laud her or to malign?

Get her glimpse in a placid lake and in a whirlpool,
See her mild and ruffled resonance in each brook
Praise your Lord that she's in your each strife.
Praise your Lord for a woman in your own life.

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