SEA WOMAN

SEA WOMAN


A woman is just like a sea.
Her eyes are blue and deep.
Her heart is full of turbulence
And does deep secrets keep.

Her temper is tempestuous,
It can rise in a rage.
Yet the depth of her wisdom can
Be like that of a sage.

Her memory is just too vast,
She forgets just nothing.
But on surface, deceptively,
She can be a plaything.

But whosoever ventures to,
With her, negotiate,
May get into hot waters which
Often do seal his fate.

Those waters may look placid and
Gentle may look the wind.
He may be sailing carelessly
But almost, like a fiend,

There may arise a tsunami
And he may be knocked down.
He may become a meal for sharks
Or, he may simply drown.

Both sea and she beckon a man
Who gets entangled first.
Then he is left in deep waters
To die of cruel thirst.

A woman is truly the sea
From whom all life comes out.
Flowing kindness for her children,
She always has no doubt.

Man, be afraid and venerate
A woman as the sea.
She can nurture and she can save
Yet destroy, too, can she.


* Written in 8-6-8-6 format

M C Gupta
5 September 2004