Womanhood Poem by C. P. Sharma

Woman, the treasure of mankind
All secrets, God in her confide
Curves and cleavages designed
She can take men for joyride

Minute details delicately made
Soft fine touches God her gave
God to her made accolades
She may be delicate but brave

Soothing balm for man's mind
In anger sets everything afire
Her powers are ever undefined
In fact, she is pneumatic tire

She may be young or old
Gods are powerless on her threshold