They said, A woman is wife of man,
I say, A woman is a wiser man,
A beautiful sculpture, a marvellous creature,
As ablaze as fire, as soothing as nature,
for she bleeds, for she breeds,
for she feeds, all our needs,
an aesthetic alchemy of strength,
of unconditional love, of bravery, of wisdom,
Kings be just the crowns,
Queens be the sceptres of the kingdom,
in every little everyday action,
her care and support is alloyed,
the energy of her compassion,
can neither be recreated nor be destroyed,
she who gives, gives and gives,
a hidden backstage supporter,
the finest love of a selfless mother,
a sister, a wife, a daughter, a teacher,
from gripping your finger, to your hand, to your arm, to your finger again,
in every vehement role
she takes away your frown, your pain,
her arms already to encircle you,
her smile already to brighten you,
a peck from her will be your anchor,
when the whole world will abandon you,
she is with you not for she is helpless,
she is with you for she is selfless,
turns into gold, everything she touches,
achieves the pinnacle, the one she clutches,
for she is a tigress, a Queen bee,
for 'she' is the 'Strength of he'.
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