A Women’s Day Poem

A Womens Day Poem ode

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Many of them wonder what I am dreaming of

I am at the age when most of my life is behind me

If I tell them the facts

They will feel it is all an act

I say,

It is so true that I attract

It is the artist in me

As I try to capture the world

It is the splendor of my words

It is the energy of my sparks

It is in the smile with my tears

It is in not feeling any pride

It is in not being lured by power

It is the beauty that I see

It is the hearts that I touch

It is the power of my will

It is the way I believe

We people all are one

Non-violence is the path

Non-judgmental be the attitude

It is the steps that I take

One at a time, the move

Not hurting other, spread only love

That be me

Many still have tried to find out

What is that in me

When they try to read me

But don’t understand

They never can know, what I am made of

The strength of my soul

They are unable to see

Even when I show them

They are unable to read

I say

It is the bounce of my breasts

It is the silence in my pain

It is warmth of my touch

It is the sharpness of my eyes

In the naughtiness of my look

It is the coolness of my being

It is the passion of my love

It is the sweetness of my kisses

It is in the curves of my body

It is the energy of my hunger

The grace of my self

In the respect I command

I’m a woman

It is me

And I walk with my head not bowed

That is why I sing

Of beauty of the life

The glory of the people

Who taught me to be happy

To share this beautiful world

So to be at peace

A contented woman

A daughter of the world

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asoke kumar mitra

what a lovely wording. very passionate, sweet write. the style is very original.


The real power of a woman, her great abilities are seldom obvious to others….So true and totally relatable!

Nadeem Qazilbash

celebrating, needs no special day… wonderfully inspirational.


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