In the eyes of men, woman is forbidden
A fleeting joy, an excuse for delight.
To them, she is but a body, a yearning for touch;
Desire encircles her like a cage.
Her existence is bound in the rhythm of indulgence.
But
By the law of the body, she is a mother.
Woven of blood, forged in pain
The warm gateway of birth,
Where every human child wails its first cry.
At the entrance of this world, she stands as a
blessing.
Yet men march in—unchecked, uninvited
Into her very core, as if it bears no sanctity.
Let that unbridled invasion cease.
Let respect rise at the door of womanhood.
In the shadows of trees, her face is drawn.
Her reflection shimmers in the world’s light and
darkness
A grand epic of love, sorrow, sacrifice, and serenity.
And man,
In the chariot of peace, intoxicated by pride,
Believes the woman is merely the shadow of his
journey.
But
If a woman halts that chariot’s wheel, if fire blazes
in her eyes,
Then shall man’s arrogant path be shattered.
No longer forbidden, she is unmatched
At the dawn of the world, and its end,
Women are inevitable.
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