To Woman

Softer than the fragrant wind

That carries the soft murmuring

Of silky butterflies

You are
softer than the subtlest thought

That a poet could weave

In words and sounds

O beauteous elf like being

Keep safe distance

from the prickly spines

which raise their heads

as you pass.

The vicious smiles

The virtuous beings

The priests and priestly divine

Are none but all

The hounds that feed their egos

On their innate drives

Harmful for you.

Keep safe distance.

Be emboldened

To strike like streak of lightning

From the sky

To cut the hills asunder

In halves

To boil the oceans into vapors

To keep the tsunamis
at your beck and call

Be a fire at least for those

Who tend to appease their

desires fiercely and
ferociously

you need to fight them back

Fight them back at speed of light

Fight back

Once and always

And keep it as a part of your spirit.

Fight back

With all your might

And strike

As hard as you can

Be yourself
within your right.