Women’s Point Of View. Poem by Subrata Ray

Liberal and conservative,
And dicta tress too by Nature,
In flashy vase creation’s cultivator.

A mother for mother’ will,
Divine fragrance, nectar profile,
She creates, re-creates,
She destroys and preserves,
Her wink teases Man’s abstract harp.

She is love’s total being,
And blooms in Man’s transient spring,
She is source of dreams and life’s fuel,
Wherever Man goes she trails.

Her body is more than paradise’s bliss,
By her grace, human race, takes in her their lease
She is Man’s body language, and earthly lead,
Man grows and becomes through her feed.

In Time’s canvas her position demands modern view,
For evil man’s self denial, the question was not new.
Man thinks that he would give woman her equal right,
And station her dignity to the level of his own height.

Woman by her virtue outdoes man’s all worth,
For through her grace, man finds a place with his birth.