Woman: The Herald of Grace

Clothed in a skin with pulchritudinous gleam,

Adorned in crimson lips and a soaring dream.

She is a woman; moulded with caring hands,

To embellish each dust of crude mortal lands.

Featured in a bindi; her aura smiles sublime,

Creating ripples of amour o'er the sands of time.

Her ivory aura enliven her immortal soul,

Carrying the hues of ardency; she is a pristine whole.

Burdened with gravels and pebbles of mundane bonds,

Her dreams still flutter through the clouds beyond.

Tenderness drapes her human heart in red,

Beguiling every humane one with love instead.

Forgiving forgiveness is indeed an art,

We get to learn from a woman's heart.

Being caressed in noble warmth; she breathes in love,

She rears a prudent soul; blessing the air above.

A mother form she carries each day in her heart,

For a day when the world shall indeed praise her art.

Her germane deeds to the world shall be treasured forever,

As cherished are the flows from a divine river.

She is an idol of supremancy concealed in cloaks of innocence, 

Her timid voice can create heralds of fortune's vehemence.

She can at times be a damsel to the desires of her man,

She can paint hues of fervency on each souls of her clan.

She is a woman; the agleamed source of life on earth,

Let her cherish her mundane days drenched in the dews of mirth.