A woman is not a puzzle to be solved,
Nor a book to skim through and forget.
She is a melody, both soft and strong,
A story shaped by the passage of time.
She is not meant to be judged by sight,
But to be read with heart and mind.
For in her soul, the universe sings,
A wondrous creation, beautifully designed.
She is not just a lesson to learn,
Not a mystery too complex to see.
For one who reads her with an open heart,
She is simpler than a child’s belief.
A Gift of Creation
A woman is as sweet as honey,
Yet strong like the roots of an ancient tree.
She is the sky—boundless and free,
Holding both storms and clear blue dreams.
She is the ocean, vast and deep,
Carrying love in waves so grand.
She can lift you like a gentle tide,
Or drown the unworthy who don’t understand.
She is the sun, warm and bright,
Bringing life with her golden light.
Yet when wronged, she blazes with fire,
A force too fierce for any to fight.
She is the moon, soft yet brave,
Glowing even when the world is cold.
No matter how the night may shift,
Her quiet strength never grows old.
She is the stars, distant yet near,
A beacon of hope when the sky turns dark.
If you cherish her, she’ll guide your way,
But if ignored, she fades like a spark.
She is the earth, the mother of all,
Holding life within her embrace.
She nurtures, protects, and heals,
A source of love time cannot erase.
The Beauty of Her Being
Her Eyes – Like a sunrise, full of dreams,
Holding deep waters within.
They speak without words, sing through glances,
Reflecting love, sorrow, and everything in between.
Her Hair – Like flowing rivers, wild and free,
Soft like clouds that kiss the sky.
Each strand carries stories untold,
A crown of grace that never dies.
Her Face – Like the moon in all its phases,
Glowing bright or hiding pain.
Even in shadows, her beauty remains,
A quiet light that will never wane.
Her Lips – Like blooming flowers in spring,
Filled with kindness, warmth, and grace.
They whisper love, they speak of truth,
They turn sorrow into faith.
Her Hands – Like the branches of an ancient tree,
Strong yet gentle, made to heal.
They hold, they comfort, they create,
They shape the world with silent will.
Her Heart – Like a hummingbird in endless flight,
Small, yet holding the weight of the world.
It beats with love, it beats with pain,
Yet never stops to give, unfurled.
Her Womb – Like sacred earth, a holy place,
Where miracles of life begin.
She carries the future within her soul,
A divine bridge between heaven and men.
Her Hips – Like mountains, steady and strong,
Bearing the weight of life’s great call.
They move with grace, they move with power,
Carrying the rhythm of the world in all.
Her Feet – Like rivers carving paths,
Walking through storms, yet never still.
They dance with light, they stand in strength,
Climbing mountains with sheer will.
More Than a Subject, More Than a Name
She is not just a lesson to learn,
Not just a soul to tame or teach.
She is the whisper of the wind,
The poetry the heart longs to reach.
To judge her is to miss her worth,
Like fearing the ocean’s waves.
But to read her with love, to understand,
Is to see the gift the universe gave.
For a woman is a force, a light, a prayer,
The sunrise, the moon, the air we breathe.
She is not meant to be owned or controlled,
But to be honored, cherished, and seen.
So do not judge her—let her be,
Read her story, honor her spirit.
For she is the poetry of life itself,
A divine masterpiece, whole and infinite.
Dedicated to All women in zozo.. specially to my telugu women's
@ukgirl @mysteriouzz @Aadya @Elektra @Sensely @SiRa @NaaIstam andarini tag chesi thanani cheyakapothe bagodhu emo
@sweetie Chowdary
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