Supreme Creation Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

In black and white woman power to the fore
Women, taking the charge of realm-
Its growth and development over all
Into their soft laps and delicate hands
Making days more amazing and heartfelt
While threatened and scared with tease
Facing the breeze through all seasons.

Capturing the spirit of tradition and values
Male-community falling in love and hate
Shining with the charms of routine issues
If, talking of harsh reality-
The game begins with day to day routines
Be it a joy or sorrow or a role at the show.

In full bloom during the spring
Spring of life spreading colours
Offspring add too much to the hues
With their presence making easy times
Truly artistic folk flavour fun to fly away
Running over and over the fun hours-
Woman, a complete package to the world
As a mother, sister, daughter, wife or a friend.

Not a commodity or an object of leisure
A bad start is disappointing and boring-
Nothing beats the drum of joy in full bloom
Nothing affords being peaceful in vacations
Without a woman, the supreme creation.
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.