Woman…
The most beautiful creation of God,
Who is a little odd.
Her life full of emotions,
Since the earth came into motion.
She has a stranger in her eyes,
With whom she dreams to fly.
She is a mother, she is a daughter,
But now she dreams to be someone better!
To jus’ be a wife…
Is that her life?
She works from when the sun is bright,
Till the last ray of the light!
She looks so busy,
And her hair all frizzy.
Doing the household chores,
Is not her dream anymore.
In the colorful sky,
Is where she wants to fly.
So… to jus’ be a wife…
Is that her life??
-Ragini
The most beautiful creation of God,
Who is a little odd.
Her life full of emotions,
Since the earth came into motion.
She has a stranger in her eyes,
With whom she dreams to fly.
She is a mother, she is a daughter,
But now she dreams to be someone better!
To jus’ be a wife…
Is that her life?
She works from when the sun is bright,
Till the last ray of the light!
She looks so busy,
And her hair all frizzy.
Doing the household chores,
Is not her dream anymore.
In the colorful sky,
Is where she wants to fly.
So… to jus’ be a wife…
Is that her life??
-Ragini
2 comments:
Wowie! Wonderful, Rags.:)
I am one who is in awe of women,everything in them is a mystery
as i cant seem to fathom.
Mother is a role i wrote earlier, modest and closest to divinity in human form.
Wife is a role that makes a man come Alive, and all that is in the HORIZON,a place to share.
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