Womanly

what is in those eyes
that cherishes a broken heart
fights a child's fear apart
blur when it feels depart
what is in those hair that flourish the time
reminds all the dry earth
once flourished in lime
and still be sublime
what is in their heart
that support even when its broken
with a smile give a life a birth


If i see myself to be woman
i think all that the world offers them to be  a woman.
fashion from toe to hair
even to skin and also whats with in.
a different degree of freedom
and yet have time for boredom
a respect or a symbol of a beauty
taken as a form of duty
many hours to earn
but far less hour to spend
a competiton within and
yet be strong


as a man i sneeze
i have to look for a tissue
stand in lines and wait for my issue
my looks dont take me far
and i dont like attention
as it is form of more tension
my life is easy
a shirt a pant a belt in between
leather shoes and watch on wrist
walk with shades and a clean shave
but am i that lucky to be born a man?

to be woman is no man's game
to walk with such curls
and head with furls
play with those stares
lure with such craze.
whole new meaning to live and to life.