Woman - An Unsolved Riddle

Woman an unsolved riddle,

With unsaid fables.

A hand that moves a cradle,

And tranquility uses a saber.

An ambiguous creation,

Open to interpretation,

But never get a convincing elucidation.

Erudition of men of letters,

Tasted vanquish in her explanation.

One is Artemis who bleed for procreation,

And the other is Athena who slaughters for the nation.

Her worth is beyond the words,

Fire a sense of insecurity in hearts.

Since the time of our forefathers,

The race of the throne stabbed her harder.

Fear of her superiority in orthodox minds,

Pierced her wings in innumerable kinds.

Her clothes, her laughter, her way of talk,

Even her colour is questioned by folks.

But this shackles of stereotypes never keep her still,

Warmth of her affection melts the steel.

She is born to fly,

No sly can take away her sky.

She should perceive her valuation,

And work for her creation.

Leaving behind those darkroom walls,

She should quest for fireballs.