Women - Quite A Creation

Weather grasped winter

While it was on its downfall

And why shouldn’t it be?

After all, it is a butterfly hiding with

Cryptic colors from predators to

Wings for weather surprises

Yet it has to fall for coming summer

Has to receive new off-springs

It remembers those days when it

Used to be a larva and pupa

It looked at my mom and smiled

Said ‘good luck with your off springs’

And here we are, raised by her

Woman, she was born as larva knowing

That she was born for herself

Soon she is being revealed to the fact

She is a butterfly and her path is never easy

Making the colorful days of most what she can

She vanishes into another baby girl.

Love my mother, Love women. Quite a creation.