She was a child in her mother’s womb, Who was born in the deadly night of new moon. People tried to poison her, Because she was a girl- But the real power of women dexterity saved her.
When she grew up , she was admitted in a school. Slanders calumniated her parents for their fair deed. People again tried to obliterate her- Because she was a girl child. But the outrageous power of women dexterity saved her!
Years passed and she completed her schooling. She was now a girl replete with power and education! But still the multitude tried to lynch her – Because she was a girl. But the cogent power of women dexterity saved her!
And now she is powerful! Success osculates her feet. She is no more a girl ,but a mother of two daughters – She wants them to grow up like her, And spread the pre-eminent power of ‘women dexterity’ .
The best yoga of a day is reading a poem or a book .....A complete peace of mind and a refresher .... Things become easy when u have a complete mental peace .... Stop each and every work for 2 minutes , read a poem and i bet you will feel fresh all over again :)
allow me this privilege of seeing you in , the unlit room in a chilly night, alone and guiltless, as night unmask your face, assumed Venus in the cowl shawl, splendor on the door it would admit, the dream of
Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop
For ages, her life has been A journey of endless strife Most of the times unrecognised Generation after generation Beautiful as a part of nature itself In whose lap she is born and brought up She grows up to attain
She is the first and last woman; Her hair is one thousand color waterfalls, nature briefed in her two almond eyes, her eyebrows two gardens riding on astonishment whispers, her cheeks two apples rolling down from Paradise always fleeing away