Catch the Right Worm

(A reply to “The phenomenal woman” by Abul Mayen, “Hope John”) This breezy morning I have caught the right worm Basking on a rock like a lizard She twirled her waist in her briskly walk A mile ahead of mature beauty The in-made beauty perfumed with humanity I smelled it perfumed---she was over-formed In the factory of love Where a phenomenal woman is made Only for a phenomenal man I sneezed out her perfume---phenomena That was wonderfully her name Phenomena---the phenomenal woman Her briskly walk scares dust away Dust which floats like the nose of a dog As far from the head as paradise from the earth She attacks the road and captures it She garners love lessons for her self-control Eyes as white as Bible pages Her scriptures made in the proverbs of Solomon Watch the fool agape---her eyes reddish in the fools’ siege Misconceiving wisdom from the love factory Where a phenomenal woman is made Only for a phenomenal man Her desires are sandwiched between meekness and pity Beauty of the sun Penetrating the ears of my heart Figurative and appetizing---lush lush like an ice cream She never sweats in the heat The ice in her heart can extinguish even an everlasting fire That’s why wrongdoers bow before her if to take refuge in her heart And she sends them to be remade In the love factory Where phenomenal woman is made Only for a phenomenal man She fears creation to not step on an ant Her clothes woven with respect and compassion Counterfeited men in the factory of pride Shy away to not follow her leave alone her heart Touch her for romance and you have touched the tail of a scorpion When she asks you, whom do you love? I thought you knew my jokes is all you say Because you are unlike poles for she is made In the factory of love Where phenomenal woman is made Only for a phenomenal man She keeps her smiles and kisses in her heart She removes her smile for breakfast Kiss the future breakfast of a phenomenal man In the factory of realism where real men and women are made Love grows into a tree of life To distill out bad from good In the factory of love Where phenomenal woman is made Only for a phenomenal man Phenomenal men and women are not enticed Not blindfolded by outward beauty and riches Spite not theirs Theirs is kindness---perseverance---tolerance---humility---love of humanity not lust For in this factory love is transformed into humanity A tree of no worries A tree of no more suffering and gender based violence A tree of no depression and maltreatment Take a fruit from the tree of equality and be alive Only found in the factory of love Where phenomenal woman is made Only for a phenomenal man She is courageous like a woodpecker A courageous bird who thinks He can cut down the mahogany tree with his beak Full of doubts whether a phenomenal man exists She loves her life more than her cloth and lipstick But phenomenal men will be convinced too that phenomenal women are there Only when they meet phenomenal women and make ends meet They enjoy life of no separation Non-phenomenal men fail to find phenomenal women For they are easy-goers They go early to catch a wrong poisonous worm like them Not knowing the factory of love Where phenomenal woman is made Only for a phenomenal man