Every voice,
Every thought,
Every conscience,
Every breath,
Is hers.
The life in every cell of living,
The manifestation of existence forming.
The gentle and the loving,
The fierce but forgiving.
Is all her.
You see her everyday.
The fire in her eyes,
The determined will to break free,
The swirling wind of ambition in her wings,
The burning passion to soar high.
But,
She is crushed,
By the social rules of,
Her inferiority.
By the very own essence of the world,
She filled with passion.
By the very own life,
She created.
Even then,
She picks herself up,
Makes your house, home again.
She nourishes you,
With the zeal of life.
She works tirelessly,
For her dreams,
And still makes your life comfortable.
She gives you,
The shelter of motherhood.
She is strong,
She doesn't give up,
Not on her dreams,
Never on you.
She is your mother,
Being your savior, soothing your pain.
She is your friend,
Listening to you even when you don't say.
She is your sister,
Playfully warming up your heart.
She is your wife,
With just a smile, wearing out the tire of your day.
She is your daughter,
Who is there no matter what.
She completes you,
She completes Shiva,
She is Shakti.
The verve of creation,
The one who made life possible,
She is the woman.
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Today is MahaShivratri. The Great Night of Shiva. And tomorrow is International Women's Day. So, One of my revered Teachers asked me to write something on it. And here it is. I hope you, my readers see the deeper meaning. Shakti is energy, is life, the feminine side of God and Shiva the whole universe creator. Shiva is nothing without Shakti. Thank you all! Love!!
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
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