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An Ode To The Women Of This World! A wish, a prayer, a whim                                            In every lass's heart that swims Of creating,conquering and care-taking, Of thyself, thy clan and thy folk ring. With grief in her heart, and grin on her lips, With tears in her eyes, and radiance on her countenance, With briny beads on her visage, and a consoling color, She lives, labors and leaves her life for all. A wish to garnish her gratitude,                                A prayer to reminisce her rectitude, A whim to salute her sacrifice, And a dream for a day to get her slice. A janitor, a lover, a sister, A mother, a consort, an aide, At home and at calling, She slogs for all and sundry barring herself. ...

                      A CREDULOUS CREATION                                                                                                                                 As the train left,she capered in. Along arrived her mother and her tiny-tot carrying a tin, Everyone stared at them,like someone who committed a sin, Unaware of her gift as a muffin, Brawny was her face,sans any beauty, Sullied were tresses,sans any swirls. Torn was her gown,sans any trim. So fledgling was she,sans any fantasies. To and fro,she squashed herself in a ring. Badgered her mother, again to beg and sing. Sequel of which her mind,certain to wing. Yet that's all her destiny could bring. With a plate in her hand,and fear in her eyes, With the hunger to eat,and the desire to live. Off she grabbed a nibble from my hand, And kept me thinking of her thorny life time and again.....