The Woman in You!

The woman in you

Un-hid herself, off your reflection

The tinted mirror heated,by the steam

Of purification,as drops leave your abode

Drop by drop, the self,stirs and simmers

Unto your cusp-ed drought,quenching the thirst,

Of the soil that moistens your heart, like the gray clouds,

That hang upon you,asking often

How you wish to be One

And you passionately rub of the last traces

Off your rosy cheeks, inflammable by thrust

Thud! You step down,it shan't happen

Like it has happened before..

This woman shall only rise,from

Every tremor, deceit and disguise

And not bow to the self-fed Sun

But rise along,and become the woman,

In every woman,in every man

That is often sublimed distorted,

Seek that woman,in you, Today

And you shall find yourself,

A little closer to You.