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                          I AM   A WOMAN                           

ILLUSTRATION : PADMAPRIYA MURALI
                                       
My eyes can venture into 
the deepest secrets of your soul.
Those eyebrows that lay on my forehead
can question the unanswerable.
Look at me a little carefully,
and you’ll find  a gentle smile
behind those lips of mine
that are tightly sealed in fury.
Those bangles in my hand  
 jingle very often to tell you
that my gestures speak
as much as my eyes .
I am powerful, poignant,
intense and passionate.
You can call me shakti,
You can call me kali,
You can call me panchali,
or name a million more gods and goddesses,
and you'll see all of them in me,
because I am a WOMAN !
                                        - (c) Vasanthi


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  1. ushazchan25 June 2014 at 06:05

    wonderful Vasanthi.wonderful.This acknowledgment of your own power...Way to go...must invite you to visit my blog one day

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  2. A Dreamer's Destination25 June 2014 at 08:30

    Thank you so much Usha aunty !!would love to visit your blog !!

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