You, the smiling daffodil of spring <br />The mid-winter sun <br />The future of <br />-thousands patriots <br />-thousands widows <br />-thousands orphans <br />Thus, you are the soul of generous heroes, <br />You are no one but woman. <br />You are the inspirer of infants in humanity <br />Whose warm lap beholds the future of <br />-whole nation <br />-all needy <br />-all naked. <br />You the fortune maker, <br />You are blood in my veins <br />You are ore of immortal generations <br />I feel thus, you are <br />-the past <br />-the present <br />-the future <br />Of my loved realm <br /> <br />My request to you; <br />-never defame womanism <br />-never abuse womanhood <br />-never undermine yourself <br /> <br />For you are to give <br />-a great historian <br />-an ever living martyr. <br /> <br /> <br />Rescind above the sex tally <br />Mine the pen and papers kin <br />Land and sky- if to mingle at horizon <br />Future of land survives with woman, <br />For Land is woman <br />And frailty is not her name.<br /><br />RUP POKHAREL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-74/
