Covert Hands

The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,

freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.

The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.

I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.

My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,

she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.

God’s Gift

She, in her life, cried many times but the one time, excruciating pain devoured her, tears and sweat plummeted hard, her cries reflected the intense agony. Her obscure screams were suffocated by fear and enthusiasm but when the sudden shrills of feeble spasmodic weeps accompanied her screams, her shrieks slowly faded.

The tears that began their journey from her exhausted eyes met the lips that beamed with ecstasy. Within seconds she had forsaken all she had gone through because she was overwhelmed by the gain of being a mother rather than the pain of becoming a mother.

That is the one time in every women’s life when tears of cry and happiness collide.

Woman

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“I dedicate this piece to all the women out there, be proud to be you, Happy Women’s Day.

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  When she was born
    she was accused of being a girl


  When she blossomed
  she became the attraction

  When her beauty rose
she became a prey for predators

When she greyed
 she was ostracized.


  Everyone forgot the fact that Once
   she was a daughter
   she was a sister
   she was a mother

    And the fact that


    she was the incarnation of     

    the Goddesses.