Happy Women’s Day

Happy Women’s Day

Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty or good, or well-bred or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

Treat me gentle…,

My heart is like a luscious pear, soft & fresh & easy to tear,

The skin so fine that pressure can bruise & blacken its colour so fair

Hold it gently and pack it loose, & firm and fragrant it will stay

Loving life in work and play.

From the flesh the juices flow,

Treated right you can see the glow

But squash the fruit and the flavour goes

As does my heart when hit with blows

Each heart needs love to live & grow, like a pear needs care

And water and air

So just be gentle and do not throw

Hate and spite which lay me bare

My tender heart to rip and tear

Like a crushed pear

Treat me nice, treat me good,

And if you really, really should

Like for a luscious pear, just let me have some air

For bruise me if you should, my heart would rot and turn to wood

So remember to be kind and fair

And treat my heart like a luscious pear.

WHO IS THERE?

Who is there

When things go wrong, and you need to be strong

ME

Who is there

When your heart fills with fears, and your cheek wets with tears

ME

Who is there

When life makes you bend and you need a friend

ME

Who is there

When illness calls, through your pain and falls,

ME

Who is there

When happiness fills you, to lift and bless you

ME

Who is there

Through your ups and downs, your smiles and frowns

ME

Who is there

In MY gain and pain, in MY stress and strain

WHO IS THERE FOR ME?

I am there, have no fear, the Lord says

I need you there, others to love and care

FIRE IN ICE

Step aside, for I am on my way

Though neither of us chose to stray

Making the other unable to stay

I’d like to get along if I may

Let’s both begin a brand new day

Our life together had its charms

Love there was to fill our arms

Somewhere, sometime what was warm

Became cold and though there is no harm

Time it is for us to pay the price

For the fire within has turned to ice.

Let’s hence part as friends, and set fresh trends

Where you and I can still laugh & talk

And maybe even go for a walk

The spark has gone, but there is no hate,

For us to each other bait

So God speed my love, let’s hold together the peace dove

So as we each go on our own road

Our friendship glows among the horde

‘Cos love spent can still be nice

Let us therefore create

The miracle of fire within the ice.

An exclusive poem written by Dr. Prithika Chary, dedicated to every woman.