Woman,
the Shakthi, fills life and energy to the forms
And
is the only earthly truth
Who
only can help the man also to be earthly in reality,
Making
him to be suiting and useful to earthly purposes.
All
other truths than woman are imagination and guess works.
Every
one starts their life by being part of a woman
Within her womb,
covered and given with
The same her identity
and individuality to them,
Making them drink and
eat herself from within.
Later on, when one
comes out of the womb
Each one starts his
life tasting her
Through the breast
And feeling her touch,
heat and warmth
In and from her arms
and chest.
None of the work that
a woman does
Can be done just
mechanically without applying soul.
Anything she does
within her house-walls is the works of life
Where in foundation
and structure of life is made
And is far greater
than any so-called (and so thought to be)
Serious work that
Obama or Manmohan
Or the works any chief
justices or commander in chief do.
It is just because of
and for woman all life is
Life is in dancing with
and in the laps of women
Whereas philosophies, poetry
and power
Gushes out the mind of
men for his helplessness
To identify and prove himself
By being made to be a philosopher
or a saint or poet or a ruler.
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