The Other
Her love may cause strife
At times she remains as faithful as a pious wife
Without her you will find no spice in life
Yet she is famous to be a double edged knife
A mother she is
The care-giver and a fountain of bliss
Religions praise her declaring that paradise lies under her feet
To protect her progeny always ready to fight and defeat
Her beauty has empowered creativity
A poet's imagination becomes fertile with her entity
Sad though she had to fight for ages for equality
Some religions entitle her as being the doorway to prosperity
Wearing her veil she hides her sorrow
Her being is considered by some male-chauvinists as hollow
She was as if created to act as a shadow
Her stories prick and hurt like a poisonous arrow
Condemned to her duty she has accepted imprisonment
A daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother lie in that assortment
Consider her not to be the other
She is your partner...
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