World Of Women

“Every sparkling and soaring kite in the sky,

Is assuredly tied with an unseen chord.

Holding firmly and affectionately with poise and grace

Not letting the kite lose its pace or getting astray!

Every strenuous race of the kite

Avails the goodness of every flight

Procured with a stamina which perhaps be inbuilt

Radiated by the power within!

The giver, the curator or the Alma Mater

With sobriety reveals her avidity,

Amidst the folds of the cozy lap,

Edifying the warmth inculcated in her being!

As an angel, she propels the message of peace

Replicating the silent nurture of nature,

Adorning the solid sphere with her caress,

She stands strong unlike a torch bearer!

Fixing the globe to its axis,

Providing a source of sustenance

Lies a lady with wings recked or un-recked

Holding the realm of humanity with ease!

How could have Adam thrived without Eve…?”