Emotional flux holds mysteries in its womb and has gnarled enumerous relations to make histories and stories. We meet different people in our lives with different attitude and paint. But there is one creed that has all possible and prodigious varieties of portrayal: Creed of woman. Often termed as mistress of mystery and face of fiction by the people who have read and looked into them. And the shades of feminism strike different colors in the lives of people.
Bewitched by the feign of shy,
A lady dainty with sky blue eyes.
Looking from behind her veil
That made her a moon of dark night.
Raunchy, painted and enticing face.
A lady undaunted with a hidden grace.
Chasing the shadows of impostors
That made her an end to every maze.
A fleer and a wink with a half curve smile.
The wisps of her hair making her fragile.
Had I missed her lips in touch
While the angel walked down the aisle.
Caress of her company I gain
To breathe my dreams and drink my pain,
A non-chalant stands up for me
Like an elixir to my every bane.
A fiction hangs on her delicacy,
To see unseen like a prophecy.
A philosopher in the form of a human
Is ready to carry on life-time legacy.
A gamut of shades ushers in
The mind that has seen women umpteen.
Everyone with a different node
But the same feint of being feminine.
.............................................. Word of advice for all the researchers:Do not research,just accept and keep.
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