Singapore
You walk on the streets, or you stay at homeBy any name, in any language , she is the epitome.
Look around, your eyes closed or open , anywhere
You will find her with a smile ,all warmth , ready to care.
You cannot miss her for the wood or the oven.
She is your quintessential woman.
They say there is a man in every woman ,
That’s how inclusive she is , my good old man
Most of the time she makes you wonder
How does she remain calm in so much strife and blunder
How can she pack such a punch in a body so frail
So much love in a heart every time without fail
You cannot miss her for the wood or the oven.
She is your quintessential woman.
She makes your morning tea , does your bed at night
She mothers your children and is their guiding light
She is a loving sister and dutiful wife
She makes complete every life
You cannot miss her for the wood or the oven.
She is your quintessential woman.
No ode is sufficient to extol her virtue
No sonnet is good enough to pass on her due
She will brave all odds and smile at every obstacle
She will work tirelessly and never crave to be a spectacle
You cannot miss her for the wood or the oven.
She is your quintessential woman.
A pen is mightier than the sword
A woman is stronger than a man , mark my word
A rose by any other name smells just the same
A woman in any form will always be game
For another challenge, a new responsibility
Without her , LIFE is an impossibility.
You cannot miss her for the wood or the oven.
She is your quintessential woman.
lovely Mr.Ramachandran Subramanian;not for the sake of jank,you ve potrayed , woman so well. i could see my janaki in there.congrats and a happy life ahead .
ReplyDeleteMrs.Sujatha G. Prakash