By Tasneem Nasrulla
At what age did she wear the crown of womanhood?
I guess it was at a tender age with the arising of the menstrual cycle mood.
Romance as beautiful as a peacock dancing in the rain made a headway in her life;
Kisses and hugs and much more made her a stunning sexy wife.
Soon the woman sat on God's favourite throne;
The mother to be , everyone congratulated her on the phone.
Then at a certain point she had to face the gusty winds of a storm by an intruder in the dark nights;
She bitterly wept but fought for her rights.
She forgave her lover and their relationship grew stronger;
Now it was for,compassion that would hold them for longer.
The woman was seen with the salt and pepper look, reading glasses & knew it was mid way;
She dreaded for her menopause to come & stay.
As she crossed the road of life this age;
She wondered what it would be to become old as a sage?
How will I look?Walking stick, dentures, hearing aid;
Will my medical bills,be easily paid?
Will I have someone by my side?
Or hope,not shamefully tears I have to,hide?
And at this juncture she heard a whisper;
Soon the voice became more crisper.
"You have been a terrifically strong woman all these long years;
Why are you drowning your happiness in false fears?
Let every dawn be a beginning of your new day;
Live it to your best on this earth's stay!