By Manisha Sharma
A Woman
Rides the wild untamed horses
while singing,
the opera of life..
Free of the social norms
she is dancing,
on the bed of rocks..
Deep enough to contain the ocean
strong enough,
to guide the storm..
She is the Dusk! She is the Dawn!
Her heart is full of sweet symphony
like the melody of,
the nightingale singing..
The untethered waves in the unsettled sky
yet so loving,
tender and warm..
An aura of the sublime energy
she is the indomitable spirit
which echoes above and beyond..
The cusp of all seven colors
The soul of the everglowing light
she takes away every ion of the overbearing night..
No words can contain
Nor the prose can spell..
Who is a Woman? Who is, a Woman?!
The Universe will tell..