A Woman

A woman gives birth to a new life. She is not just a 'woman' But also a mother, a companion, a spouse, A sister and, a survivor to the end. We never value her, respect her Ask her concerns and care for her We never wipe away her tears, As they are imperceptible as air. She works, cooks and cleans She chuckles, helps comfort, Yet, she never complains And shrouds her agony. At the point when you battle in your life She helps to get you through This is HER and what do we do? Grumble and make a wreck Give her pressure, And leave her feeling discouraged. We push her away And overlook her exhortation Reveal to her she isn't anything Without a man She was assaulted, tormented And mishandled by the world Told her she is nothing And would be continuously utilized Only for joy and pleasure She bites the bullet, puts her sentiments aside Does as you need altogether for you to be free Overlooks your obliviousness And endures your blemishes You call her a scraper and vagrant You call her with slang names But she answers with satisfaction and pride With a total loss of self You call her nothing But I call her solid, keen, erotic, mindful Yet giving, enduring, lenient and amazing And I call her WOMAN!