Her soft, gentle, big eyes
full of hard, sharp determination,
Her long, supple limbs
flexible like a willow switch
full of steely, sparkling current,--
the current of life, beauty, determination
carries the ineffaceable smile
under the stern, competitive mask,
She runs faster than
the divine feminine undulations and
exciting wavy fickleness,
She jumps higher and longer
than what the masculine eyes estimate,
She pushes, lifts, heaves, stretches
better than the man’s expectations,
She is far more than the
weight of domestic routine in patriarchy,
She is a tigress, lioness, majestic queen,
She’s the dancing Shakti on Shiva’s head,
She is the thunderbolt
in a dark rumbling mass of cloud,
She’s the spark of life in a stone,
The wind, the earth, the fire, the water
cascading in His akash.
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