“zora”- A Story Behind The Birth Poem by HARSH OZA

A day in heaven
Goddess of Jupiter(beauty)
Ask the maker of mankind.

You just make human’s,
A package of fault & guilt,
Defect’s & drawback’s.

A beauty that perishes,
With every phasing & aging.

You just make women’s
Bitchy, arrogant & rude.
Mind linking wealth,
Eyes crawling body.
Money is what matter’s,
Fame is what they want to gather.

There short in-enteric selfish life,
Just pretending to be
Bold & happy,
By liner’s n lip-gloss to bright.

When is that you can make
Another me.
An image the mirror fails to carve,
A role that actor’s fail to enact,
A view that purifies eyes,
A perfection that redefines my glory.




A symbol that reminds of
Existence of heaven.

Can you just poster me
In a frame of your stone.
And I will put her to life,
Blessing her to be my own child,
Enriching her with all
The essence of mine.

Then send her to earth
On the day world respect’s women the most
To spread the word of mine.

And thus a little fairy
Was born to enlighten &
Satisfy the purpose of god…