She is a riddle
A labyrinth of briddles
A jumble of sorts with passion
A lost drop in the ocean
A drop of hue
In the canvas of life’s dew
Of darkness in daylight
And shadow at twilight
Quest for a lost soul, shun
Buried deep within
The blinding faithful emotions,
The irrevocable devotion
The enormity of respect
The understanding and gratitude intact
Only a woman sans lassitude and lethargy,
With tremendous energy
You struck us like a hard wall
Dazzling and electrifying all
An incinerated phoenix
She doesn’t need gimmicks
Only a woman,
She is elite, opulent and prosperous
Sparse and impoverished
She is a need and inevitable
Often used but inexorable
She loves and loathes
Fears and braves
She is indeed a puzzle
A multifarious riddle
Nevertheless, a far fetched treasure
And a paragon to admire and cherish
- The Phoenix
March 8, 2013
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