No woman is or can be a wondercake, until and unless she discovers herself. Explore the 'she' in you!
She isn't a Wondercake, but simply She
Sometimes she got the smell of wind
Sometimes she got the smell of raw-sea
Sometimes she got the smell of wild jasmines
Sometimes she got the smell of garland-
that awaits, to adorn the woman in her.
Till then, she wouldn't be known as she is!
Till then, she wouldn't be known as she is!
Who would attach the wings for her to fly?
When and always,
She constantly pushes to rise
leaving behind the pulling legs of the crowd
Yet, love and live amidst them.
Still, she wouldn't be known as she is!
Still, she wouldn't be known as she is!
Nothing wonders her,
When she finds the globe
is all round.
Nothing wonders her,
When she finds the psyche
of her folks around.
Nothing wonders her,
When she finds the powers of
poetry and words.
And, she rises when she never decides to fall!
And, she rises when she never decides to fall!
©Parvathy Ramachandran
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