Woman Extraordinaire Poem by Saroj Padhi

The Sun of her kind looks

lights up the obstinate dark in our soul;

the rainbow in her wet eyes

sets man's vision in a fine frenzy to roll;

the beauty of her thoughts

colors the leaves of our daily lives

the music of her benign soul

lightens the burden of our strifes;

the slice of sky at her waist-line,

curves and contours-fill us with desire

the moon on face and stars on tresses

set our minds on sweet, sensuous fire;

love of the progeny and others turns

her life into a poor, checkered flow

when we grow like words on her body

and she, a loving silence with its glow;

her love perennial blooms on like flowers

she's Nature's bliss and life's gentle bowers.