Woman Dexterity

Woman Dexterity short poem

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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’ .

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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 :)
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Encapsulating an expression of what being a woman is like! A wonderful read 🙂

ammu sachariah

good one.



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