FACES OF HER

Beauty that embraces, it's the Almighty grace.

You have so many names: Mother, Daughter, Friend, Wife, and Sister in same,

Of all kinds, color, ethnicity and race.

When you're born, born as a baby kid;

everyone there gossip gabble girl she is.

Diversely you're worship, worship like Goddess of all;

sweet smiles you spread in the beautiful hall.

You grow, grow as a daughters form;

for a mother- father, their pride storm.

Care for little, little things of yours;

so you to sprout in every field like tough crop.

You're blessed, blessed with sisters' hashtag;

for new siblings: brother- sister friendship-bag.

Cats 'n Dogs fight, fight of care, love & warmth;

still the bond flourishes out with great charm.

You define a connection, connection as a wife;

for an unknown person prayed for him long life.

Get into responsibilities, responsibilities of family upbringing;

which held you strong for each upcoming troubling.

Here comes the cycle, cycle of reborn;

born to the women, in face of mother corn.

You to build 'n power, empower the women in womb;

so the little angel, to this world act like an exploded bomb.

She is mirror, mirror to reflect the glass;

to all the sapiens kindly raise your class.

Regard resound your voice to say;

Happy Women's Day.