Womenkind are juxtaposed to floret
but people pretermit
flowers have thorns too,
which makes women brawny.
Being delicate doesn’t reflect
the feeble side of facet.
It is the fortitude
that makes them impeccable
from the inside out.
Robust and artless,
Such is her allure,
Glistening the magic
Like a nymph in an empyrean.
Aroma of flowers
can evanesce the languor,
and the redolence of a woman
can enliven the milieu.
Still we pluck them
for our own jubilation,
and insolence muliebrity
For satiating our smugness.
Flowers still smile
And keep spreading its essence
Without a smirk on its visage.
Unvarying is the womanhood
That spread its charm
despite of being bruised.
Flowers and woman
are two prettiness
without whom we are
Unworthy and incomplete.
© Mehak Gupta Grover
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What a beautiful comparison. Lovely read