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Dec 2017
She rose from a lady, strong and healthy,
Little did she know for her family she was wealthy,
Being born in India, she was regarded as Goddess Laxmi.
Yes, she is a woman.

With her lips curved in smile, with a twinkle in her eyes,
Strong in herself, in strong bonds her family she tied,
And inherently waved all the darkness sweet goodbyes.
Yes, she is a woman.

She knew how to balance phases of life,
Daughter it is or whether it is wife,
Protected her knowns from wounds of knife,
Shielded from the worldly sins and strife.
Yes, she is a woman.

From the dawn of her education, to the epilogue of her big day,
She takes cares that it's the least that her family has to pay,
Amid responsibilities and desires, she is exuberant and gay.
Yes, she is a woman.

From planning the wherewithal of household to penny pinching her impulse,
Shielding from contingent darks and dulls,
She will always be there to pull you out of null.
Yes, she is a woman.

Yes, that woman who makes you strong,
Yea, that woman who protects you from all the wrong,
Yes, that woman who was there all along,
Yet her eminence is forgotten and long gone.

Pause,
Ponder on the cause,
Work to make up for the loss,
Yes, it's you who has to make a start,
Heel the damages, aim your dart,
Reward her for her art with all your heart.
Aradhana Singh
Written by
Aradhana Singh  23/F/India
(23/F/India)   
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     --- and stΓ©phane noir
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