Woman is thirsty to be beautiful.
She gets fed when men turn their eyes on her.
On looks rather than for stomach, she spends
And falls a prey to anything fancy.
For her feminine desirability,
Not denying this, she puts her efforts.
By attracting men, she attracts herself.
Under her rouge, she gets her confidence.
It is her asset to have men at their feet.
It is her repute to keep them at bay.
No woman desists from being ogled
By men, no matter what rank they fall to.
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