She's not a pen,
You use and throw,
She's an inkpot,
Refilling your life.

She's not a vase,
Empty inside,
She's a blooming flower,
Sweetening the breeze.

She's not a victim,
Vulnerable and fragile,
She's a Goddess,
Her powers are divine.

She's not a candle,
You can blow out dead,
She's a volcano,
If erupts,will be your end.



© Anandarupa Neogi