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...