A woman br Yes a woman. br Creation’s croon br Nay, the God’s boon br Enigma or mystery br Enchanting history br br Her birth precedes br the birth of dawn, br A dawn of glory br The glory of the morn br In the sky forlorn. br she’s like lucent dew from sky br Or like fairies’ intoxicating sighs, br she’s manna from the heaven br or treasures of seas seven br A song of offering br At the altar of gods. br br She’s graceful, . br She’s sweet, br and void of pride. br Might be her faults br lie beneath her vaults, br For this, its not her fault, br If to her share, br some errors she doth make, br then will lay bare br her amendments to rake br br For her parents br a doting daughter, br For her husband br a loving wife, br Not a slave br before that lord, br but a friend, br who wont walk br on a lonesome road, br nor walk br in for fear and dread. br But having once walked, br will always hold head high, br Never will she fail br unless trampled on her tail. br br Woman br Yes a woman, br Shes that nymph br where anxious cares br her pensive thoughts oppressed. br Shes a lover where br secret passions hide in her breast. br Shes a mother, a daughter br a scornful virgin, br whose charms if missed, br where no ardent lover br is robbed of his bliss.