Love Thy Women Poem by vidyut chakraborty

Her eyes fall on the image not on the man
She is charmed and opens her breasts.
No shy no swing for that her Self likes him
and she accepts him world's ‘the best'!
She takes him inside her self, opens her heart
then keeps him aside and stray.
This game is a danger for her security
she unfolds her privacy in stake.
Her nipples tighten her hips throb
thighs get drenched at his illusionary kiss.

Her Man doesn't know the aftermath:
she is sobbing, her heart is throbbing at his feet.
Where is he, her cherished prince charming?
Does he think of how her lady is in her days
in absolute singularity) ?
When she weeps alone, cursing her stupidity,
he thinks that she withdraws and she ends in time
she may choose else and restart playing.
Is it so easy to forget things at once at will?
None in this world has power of oblivion
because mind has some role to survive to certainty.

Never things happen so heartlessly;
no one knows when love comes to hug
and binds the two minds in an austerity.
Love is not a game, love is not the lust,
love is not a shame, love runs fast
Love is the god gifted beauty
Love always deserves heart and mind,
purity and sanctity.
Love cannot be denied, rather persists.

Woman wants woe from her man
to recall him whenever she needs.
Hurt rests on pain, happiness in tranquility.
She never quits, she just hides
her passion under her hooded intransitivity.
Without love god cannot overstay in this world
what to say about mankind with posterity!
Love is beauty Love is bold
Love gives a woman her best intellectuality.
Man loves pleasure to enliven his potentiality
Man loves frustration to build his creativity
But it is the woman who makes him a man
so never fail to love woman's credentiality.