Poem

The woman – A poem by Rakshitha Reddy

The woman

{Rakshitha Reddy}

Any flower has to flinch after seeing her,
Her chastity can turn even swamp, pure!
The world begins to bloom by her looks,
Even the clock pauses to glance her when she blinks.

She can love one overhead and ears,
She bears all thorns to blossom like a rose,
She can offer a world to another world,
She cares for her loved ones with a high hand.

A pile of words exist in her silence,
Pearls may be light, but her tears are sweet and heaviest.

Her conception is as hard as a diamond,
Her path often seems newly explored!!!

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