Its You....

Beauty eternal refining the infernal...
Wisdom divine humanizing the malign...
Running in rain, Jumping to dent...
Skipping to win, Dripping to shed...
Warm to tears, but numb to her own...
Eating the lime, Smelling the scrumptious...
Whipping from nose the ice-cream delicious...
Feeling the breeze embracing in herself...
Living the fantasy placed on the shelf...

Water droplets from her hair blossoms the world around...
The salty tears, The rosy smile,
The coyly sulk, The loving anger,
The hesitant grace, The smiling blush,
Giggle approves the life over breath...
Her faith making the relation inevitable...
Charm galvanizes the bonding amiable...
Appeal makes the world go insane...
Sensual touch triggers the temptation...

With her we see our own shrunk image cuddling in hands...
Shopping for toys bringing the entirety within...
Affection gets the childhood back...
The stupid plays, The pleasant days...
The mimicking voice, The screaming noise...
The loving tantrums, reading phantom...
Tiny feet bringing the luck... Croon too melodies to sleep...
Child's innocent cry and sleep gathers the universe in holding palms...

Its You ...
Yes its YOU Women...

Whose love and affection...
Would always be due...
Whose intentions are clear...
Even at its rear...

Who would cry for others...
Being the spring in all weathers....
Thinking not of her own feathers...
Travels canyon, no matter if they happen to be razors...

Fading her own very obsession...
Embraces the drowning compression...
Spreading happiness, being her only passion...
Whose shelter would be a runway, for love, no matter if she owns a mansion....

Its You...
Yes its YOU Women...


Pankti...


# Applause for picture, goes to the each individual photographer who clicked the images used. Apologies for using it without permission due to lack of knowledge of ownership.