Women

Red, bloodshot eyes,

Sharp, shining objects,

Calmness, before the storm,

Dripping sweats, of men,

Waiting, to start the fight,

Five feet, the distance

between them,

Nature, breathing deeply.

A sudden sound, slowly, steadily,

Reaching the threshold,

A multitude of hands,

Bangles clinging,

Paayals tinkling,

They enter the five feet gap,

The feet, scampering,

The gap increasing

The sharp, shining objects drop,

In an unbelievable surprise.

A seemingly deadly war,

A seemingly deadly fire,

So easily dissipated,

So easily calmed,

Things turn out so different,

When women are around.