My Fair Lady

My Fair Lady short poem

Rosy cheeks, with a dimple in it
Tiny lips, pink in colour
Graceful body, slender and thin
Are they the factors that make you a beauty?
My Fair Lady..?

A handsome man, with the strength of a bull
Always behind you, pampering you
Then a child, cute and babe like
On your lap, calling you mamma mamma…
Will then they all manifest your womanhood?
My Fair Lady?

I shall tell you they are not..

Let you be a woman of beauty,Beauty of heart and of soul
Let you be a woman of virtue, of dignity, and of fineness
Let there be a grace in you, grace in being a woman of knowledge
Let there be a Man with you, man of braveness and of kindness
Give him your heart and not your brain!
Let him be your companion not your lord..
Bow your ego and not your dignity
Let you be the Mother of wretcheds, wretched sons and daughters of the world
Let melody flow in your voice, without losing its strength
Let benignancy fill in you.

Then shall thee be MY FAIR LADY…

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For some, life is a search for truth. That's the struggle in their life. For me, I have found the truth. My struggle is to stand by it.
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Depth in meaning and flow of language is what strikes the reader in this verse…Good Job @Abhaya_Diwakar Keep writing!

V.MUTHU MANICKAM
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Agreed. This is true beauty. Each woman is beauty. Mother is ever beautiful. Life too. Thanks1

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