“The origin of a child is a mother, a woman… She shows a man what loving, caring and sharing is all about..” said Sushmita Sen, India’s first Miss Universe, in the final round of the contest.
Indeed a woman’s essence lies in her innate ability to care, love and sacrifice for the other. She plays an all-enveloping character of a mother, daughter, wife and sister as a friend, nurturer, guide and partner from time to time. Emotional and vulnerable, sometimes erratic, sometimes serene, she displays a wonderful range of emotions from being patient to being extremely courageous in times of crisis.
The International Women’s Day celebrated on 8th March is a universal day for all women around the world. Though I personally feel all the 365 days of the year should be made thus and everyone around the world celebrate them and their presence in our life.
Here’s my dedication to all the women of this world on this extra special day!!!
Innocence, curiosity behold their eyes,
She hides away her tears, smiles and dismisses her sighs.
Her hands of delicacy, crowned with good nature, warmth and comfort,
protecting her loved ones from all the negatives and hurt.
Her songs of love sing music of beautiful notes,
out of her mouth is advice, good words and quotes.
Her soul that brings peace and joy as she approaches,
her chest you cry on, an outfit for all her brooches.
Her feet walk only the path of justice, righteousness and peace.
She converts others to good, their evil actions cease.
Time again she trod onto thorns of misery and strife,
she unlatches the doors, unlatches a book to her life.
I forgot the important part, the most important part of all,
it’s the heart which carries emotions, feelings big and small.
It holds your pain and mine deep down in the pit,
tending to your wounds when you trip and you hit.
When you hit the temple of God, so hard, you cannot rise,
You see her understanding smile and your affliction has diminished its size.
She’s ready to meet the day, ready to walk with poise,
she’s ready to be an angel, ready to project her voice.
Thats what women are for us in this small life of ours
She is the mother, wife, friend, daughter or sister of ours.
Tormented and subjugated throughout all times and ages, women have fought their way through exploitation, harassment and have managed to secure their rights. Its such an irony, birth of a daughter is looked down upon but when you bring the daughter to your house, she will be called as Lakshmi!!! They forget our origin itself is women – Our Mother’s.
A mother holds her newborn tight in her arms
showing her will to protect it from harm
She guides him as the years roll by
till he becomes a man as she joyfully cries
The mind wonders back to a world full of first
his first word was mom oh how with pride she must’ve burst
She always looks at the boy with pride she guided to be a man
Yes some times with tough love and others with a gentle hand.
What mystery makes a mothers love so very strong
to overcome any obstacle and right the wrong
Why is a mothers bond to her child as eternal as the stars
able to heal with a touch our horrible scars
What a wonderful world if we all could just look at one another
as a newborn child and women as the mother.