A Woman's World…
If a man was born out of a woman's divinely womb; after tossing;
turning and kicking helplessly for 9 agonizingly marathon months;
before tasting the first beams of light of the alien world,
If a man suckled life-yielding milk; comfort; and compassion; from the
bosom of a woman; in order to perseveringly fortify each of his
bone-to face the ghastly wrath of the parasitic planet outside,
If a man wailed in a woman's eclectically sensitive palms in his times
of duress; felt their latent warmth as the most invincible fortress;
even as the worst of hell descended on earth,
If a man fervently licked his fingers clean time and again; savoring
the most succulently ravishing meals on earth even in his dreams;
prepared by the artistically virile woman,
If a man flirted and philandered with a woman in iridescent twilight;
in order to grant his veins the most tantalizingly unparalleled
exhilaration that ever existed; in order to profoundly realize the
glory of his untamed youth,
If a man kissed a woman with every ounce of passion that existed in
each ingredient of his blood; in order to perpetually feel the
quintessential reason of existence; as two souls royally blended to
become one,
If a man took inimitably unflinching pride in introducing a woman as
his better-half partner for life; thereby demonstrating his perfect
symbiosis with nature and winning the unanimous applause of one and
all around,
If a man started to work everyday with reinvigorated vigor to conquer
life and its uncanny hardships; thanks to the fearlessly inspiring
smile of a woman and the power of faith in her resplendent eyes,
If a man desperately sought a beautiful woman's face amidst a
boundless crowd of other men; to enlighten his otherwise wretchedly
remorseful evening with the clouds of effervescent desire,
If a man resorted to the sensuous caress of a magnetic
woman-shrugging millions of the currency coin; only to feel the
ultimate magic of exhaling in princely desire and unconquerably alive,
If a man desperately shouted the name of the woman who brought him to
the world even before he remembered God; at the tiniest attack of the
salaciously crucifying devil,
If a man squeaked worse than an orphaned rat infront of a woman's
door; to forgive him as night fell and he frantically needed a
shoulder to cry upon—as the mosquitoes of worldly commercialism chased
[...] Read more
poem by Nikhil Parekh
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
