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.
Unthinkable. Lithograph of a malaise. I cannot talk. Will you abandon the thought and care about the drowning dawn? The bandaged ego of the book threatens the reader. Come and solve the puzzle of poetry. Everything was quiet except the
Within the imagination I am content to live This is my stay I see how plenty, how ever-expanding it is The ‘All’ a rich array Of ever-rotating colors with which to paint And never fade away This is my stay
I mawkishly effeminate sentiment, memories plucked from wood and field merged in a sentiment of unutterable sadness and compassion microscopic minuteness of eye, misgivings of grave kinds mockery crept into your tone, molded by the austere hand of adversity moments