Woman, my ode to

Woman, she is the manifestation of the creative energy of nature. She is mother, she is sister, she is wife, she is daughter, and she is lover. What words can praise her role enough? I believe, rightly have I written that poetry is to sing her glory, forever. This piece I have taken from my recently published free poetry ebook, 'Reality and Beyond...'. 

Woman, my ode to

You are beauty, personification of love,

You the healing rains, from heavens above,

You the hidden piece, in puzzle of life,

You alone serenity, remover of strife.

What words of mine can praise you enough?

In your absence, even the noblest man stands half,

You the mother, nourisher of lives young,

You the eternal singer of life’s eternal song.

Who says you are weak, O being of glory,

When unfinished without you, is life’s every story?

Who dares challenge your glorious might,

When after every dark, you alone bring light?

With man you form two wings of the bird

Of humanity, that your mighty feelings guard,

You are the wife, the daughter or lover,

In your every form, you are glorious, giver.

The poetry on earth is to sing your glory,

You the savior of depressed, remover of worry,

A single drop of your auspicious tear,

Holds more power than man’s strongest spear.

You the patience of trees, you the bringer of peace,

You the sacred current of the winds of bliss,

My humble words may end, but your nobility forever

Remains existent on earth, and deserts you never.

- Anirban Chatterjee