The Woman

She works like a machine, Exhausted but still very serene. Busy whole day , no time to drowse, She spreads love and happiness in the barren house. She bears the unbearable pain, On barren land she is like the first rain. She is a donor, what she gain? A victim, gets anguish and pain. When she becomes a mother, Her nature becomes soft and smoother. When she becomes a daughter, Reason of happiness and laughter. When she becomes a wife, She is like air which gives life. She is the base of all humanity, Having a pretty and charming personality. She is a revolution, a reform, Not weak but a silent storm. She is a warrior, calm and wise, Holding the universe in her eyes.