The woman I knew in her; was a shining star twinkling, twinkling and twinkling.

A Shining Star Twinkling, Twinkling and Twinkling

How do women set my writing on flame?

When most of them are afraid of fire!

When most of them turn to ashes, 

the time they are living as living specimens.

When many of them, I have known near

have irreparably set damage on me

As though, I too should fear the fire.

And keep cold, near to the man they propose

But yet again, a few men have been so.

When she loved the hibiscus in the yard

Though red roses-

would crown her like a queen

and the thorns, 

did make her blood hot.

The pain a porcupine would give,

but effortless giving it was 

so was the love she knew 

that filled her mind and body, 

with no due respect.

Because, she is a woman 

The woman-

made by the woman around 

And who did propose her man to her

And ever did her blood run cold.

Yet, she gave the longing 

and her eyes sparkled

Like a shining star-

twinkling, twinkling and twinkling,

and it was the hope of the coming years.

© Parvathy Ramachandran