She hides not anything, she is a confession.
She belongs to all, a prized possession,
She is always working with neither rest nor respite.
She is a progression, be it arithmetic or geometric.
She cultivates, she is a reaper,
Understands your weaknesses, she is a forgiver
And guides you in moments difficult,
Wise counselor that she is.
Nurse, nanny, she cares for you like a naiad,
She is knowledgeable, though sometimes
Naively assuming that the world
Rotates on her right thumb.
Be it nappy or napkin, she folds them
With forensic precision as she believes in neatness.
Like manager of a nature reserve,
All are protected in her domain.
She believes in naturopathy
And knows which herb will cure the maladies…….
Mint for stomach upset, aloevera for diabetes,
Drumstick leaves for worm infection
And bitter gourd leaves for
A general cleansing of the blood—–
Are just a few among the many remedies.
She may resort to nail-biting temporarily,
Yet, she lingers not in the dark corners of her mind,
Allowing her grief to melt into despair.
With inimitable prowess and indomitable spirit,
She settles her doubts and fears
And starts shining again
Like a nebula in the firmament.
Call her by any name, she will respond.
In her lap are found
The treasures of the pleasures
And the pleasures of the treasures.
Touch her, you become light.
Feel her, you become love,
Know her, you are enlightened,
She is all in one and one in all,
She is woman.