The Fable of the Rings

The ring that was perfect  lost!

The ring that was precious  gone!

Oh Lord! What a lost cause she is?

Why give her another? A ring that was pretty, wasted.

Sadly, the memory was never!

Autumn dressed for winter and marching came spring

In the meadow, below the big willow

While she collected rocks, A ring she found

A dull flabby ring she found.

Rejoiced , wore it like a crown

Ha! Pretty she felt..

Shimmering summer slowly removed her coat for autumn, 

And autumn passed her responsibilities to winter later.

On a warm winter day,at the irony she laughed 

Flabby it is, yet it remains!

Perfect she knew this was.

THE KAJAL

Tring, tring goes the alarm.
The moon shines bright,
Her body begs to rest awhile
but, her heart knows better
The responsibilities beckon her.

Not a sigh in her smile,
Rather brimming with love in her tired eyes.
Draping her invisible amour,

Fastening her routine shoes,
Wrum... like a rocket she goes.

Forged with Oceans of Love,
           the Air of Kindness,
           the Volcano of Strength
and the Earth of Benevolence.

SHE becomes,
          A Shoulder to cry,
          A battery of strength,
          A sister to share
          A mother to ask

          A daughter to love,

          A princess in guise,

          A queen in spirit,

          A  warrior in War,

          A diplomat at home,

          A protector of her own

Well beyond, an architect of life.

In simpler words" A WOMAN " she becomes.