3. EARTH
She is the womb from where I grew
Nurtured my roots and my seeds too.
Bosom of love, food from her hearth
Love and devotion I sucked from birth.
Though tears may flood her and troubles quake,
Though victories shine or gains be great
Her very foundations lay meek and mild,
As firm as a wise man, as tender as a child.
Sprout that I am, I cling to her,
I trod my feet on her loving care.
Though no man shout of things she does,
See! here I am; from her, I was.
From ash I came forth and became man,
But by her tears I was made human.
Only by her wisdom did I speak my mind,
Only by her dignity did I find mankind.
But here, she lay beneath my feet;
Responding not, her words i seethe
As much as I can understand,
A woman's love is much than man.
For God may have given His own Son's life,
But Earth did take the sorrow and strife.
The mother embraced her lifeless child,
Back to her bosom, of sin defiled.
Though skin be tanned like potter's clay,
From sun be singed and scorched all day,
In her wrinkled arms is where I found
My haven, home, all safe and sound.
For where could I find a muse so meek?
That matters not if I am weak,
Or if I lack , or if I'm sick
For her, all love may taste as sweet.
And though in silence she stood still,
Withstanding woes from man's free will
Her youthful heart will never die
Lest feign the Truth, lest I too lie!
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A Woman Named Ba-i
PoetryDedicated to the Woman in you Poetry Nothing could describe the courage of a woman. Her essence lies in every role she has to play in your heart. Aren't you afraid, you have not discovered her yet?... This is a compilation of different poetries I m...
