Vinod Sharma


Woman - Poem by Vinod Sharma

I sit wondering in the sun,
Who forged this puzzling one
With infinite poise charm and grace
And many strange and wondrous ways.

Woman called is she...

Pleasure she brings in her fold,
Joy that lasts but not long,
And gives way to pain and song
To sing to who is now a stone,
Unmoved, untouched, silent and cold.

Woman called is she...

Dazzling eyes and tender skin,
Hide the cruel brain within,
Always at work, silently, unseen,
Without remorse to wreck and kill,
Many a man of strength and will.

Woman called is she...

Like a queen she sits and sees,
A stallion come a cripple go,
Writhing in pain and misery,
Pitying the one who waits to go
To the queen of his fantasy.

Woman called is she...

With a smile she sees him die,
With a shrug she moves away,
To charm another fool that way;
No regrets, not a sigh,
Why care for those die?

Woman called is she...


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Wrote this three decades back.

Comments about Woman by Vinod Sharma

  • Silver Star - 3,720 Points Dave Walker (7/29/2012 3:49:00 AM)

    A fantastic poem, like it. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 162 Points Meena Mustafa (7/22/2012 10:44:00 PM)

    :) what can I say as you have nailed it well :))))) beautiful write. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 37,361 Points Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (7/19/2012 10:31:00 PM)

    Crisply structured piece of work imbuing in pictorial depiction, and poetic verve...Well Done ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, July 20, 2012


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