Scriptures say that a Woman is cursed
For she partook of the tree of knowledge
Tempted fate
Dared Adam to change his state
Which eventually closed the eternal gate
But was it a curse she bore?
Was there ever no cure?
Or was the strength of her soul the inspiration for that unforgettable deed?
Have you noticed the metamorphosis from the Eve we rebuke?
To the woman I know?
A vessel for the whole gamut of human feelings
A receptacle for the very spark of life
Of eternal strife
Of brave daring…
Especially when life is never sparing
She crumbles not
When put on the spot
And resigns not too, as if its her lot
The eternal symbol of love both celestial as well as earthly
She is the alpha and the omega
The beginning and the end
A perfect blend
Fire water air and earth all through her flow
She is all that eternally doth grow
A spark-a light from heaven
A gift to mankind
Ever soft and strong at the same time
A warm breast to lay your weary head
A shoulder to cry on
Loving arms to wipe away the pain and show that someone does care
A kind stare that sees all in the millionth of a second
The fire of your soul
The fuel to keep you moving
Even in hours of sore trial
Not Maya
But a cool shade,
Soft as a grassy glade
Fragrant as the breeze blowing o’er a river
Pure as that first raindrop
Precious as a jewel
And more beautiful than the most beautiful
Delicate yet covering a core of steel
That doth bend,but never break
Sages didn’t ever understand her and so brand her
Enigmatic, accursed, wrathful, tragic…
Some call her temptress and perpetrator of calamity
But let the truth be known
She is pure magic
She is all love and light
The resort to the last plight
Within her is that last spark to set you aloft
For she is the chosen one
Not the accused …
The blessed not the condemned…
The giver of life…
That eternal mainstay in strife
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