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Ultimate goal of woman
What is ultimate goal of woman in life?
To serve the man folks and stay nicely as wife?
To rear the children and push the link
Survive the test without any blink
What best can be done by female individually?
How can that be executed successfully?
To be of some utility is source of great concern
Everybody is facing it turn by turn’
It is Almighty’s choice to send us as male or female
It is our duty to succeed, excel or fail
Gender preference may always be there
But it is compulsory to stay as and where you are
Oh Dear, you got what others could not
Motherhood, a sense of pride without being fought
What a glow and charm on mother's face?
Almost attained and won the marathon race
Saints are meant to breach and preach
Oh dear, yours is beyond anybody's reach
It is blessing considered precious and so much
Who may be lucky to have a gift as such?
I was ardent champion for women’s cause
They may bring lull in atmosphere and pause
The situation may not be worsened at all
She may stand by in any emergency call
I may not go directly to their cause and align
Still I may contribute positively and make it fine
They won’t feel let down in their legitimate fight
As their cause is not only worthy but right
At every stage we come across them and feel a pride
They have all the more open filed and nothing to hide
We have wrong perception about them and gap is wide
They have lot more at stake to reveal than to confide
I come across many female activists and try to know their views
They will feel very much insecure like morning dews
They will loose their courage and give up the fight
It will be too, long for them to struggle for rights
One of sensible lady apprised of one thing
He had prayed God and asked something
She wanted to be warrior and front runner
But the God made her to be mother as beginner
Oh Dear, you got what others could not
Motherhood, a sense of pride without being fought
What a glow and charm on mother's face?
Almost attained and won the marathon race
Saints are meant to breach and preach
Oh dear, yours is beyond anybody's reach
It is blessing considered precious and so much
Who may be lucky to have a gift as such?
poem
by
Hasmukh Amathalal
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