Hated by some,
Loved, but respected, not by everyone.
Cared still for all,
like the roses in her garden
expressed not, that could offend any person.
She possessed a heart
warmer than the sun.
a love..not sensed by everyone.

She toiled, and toiled
knew, she could never be a brave man
nor, she could get anything in return.
knew not, the world couldn't be anything,
without her mere presence
The flowers giggled, and nature smiled
the moon grew brighter,
when this fact it realized.

God sighed at the sight,
at women shimmering in delight
going through lots, but showing nothing but a happy expressions.
He loved her tons, and hugged her tight
wished her well, Saying:
'Long live ya woman!'
you're the reason why this earth smiles,
and everything's there so, so alright every now and then!

There will be haters,
There will be admirers,
There will be observers,
There will be inspire-rs1',
There will be backstabbers,
And there will always be people,
Who'll either love you wholeheartedly,
Or hate you from each nucleus of there body,
Not always for a specific reason in both cases,
But for the soul you are.
Accept love, accept acceptance,
Wait not, when you receive nothing
But 'Ignorance'

You'll meet people,
Who'll change the meaning you've had for life,
Or maybe make your life
Way more meaningless than it ever was
for you.
People will come and go,
Like the seasons you know,
But remember, they will all teach you a lesson
that will help you grow.

Amidst this hustle and bustle,
Know, that life's but a puzzle,
Sometimes struggles too
Will indeed be inevitable,
For that's what may take you to success's pinnacle!

When you feel happy, contended  & delight
...Write!
When the world doesn't seem alright and you're going through an inside fight,
...Write!
When you've a lot in your head,
But your mouth can't speak of that sight,
....Write.

Don't let those emotions,
Clutter inside.
For some of them,
Are better set to fly,
The best escape therefore,
Is to
...Write & Write!

Writing needs not a 'trained writer' always
But a someone,
Who can explode, everything with eloquence
through a paper & pen
And everything that's so incrusted in them.

...And if that writing flows like a fountain,
Of spontaneous emotions,
Seperated by stanzas, adorned with punctuations
Accompanied with certain rhymes & rhythm,
That's exactly what is called a Poem!

..And if what you write,
Is enriched with eloquence,
Makes the reader feel your emotions,
But it lacks the exact rhyme an rhythm,
That's indeed a piece
Called 'Prose/ a Prosy poem'