She’s a Woman, a Woman is She by Moitreyee Raju
Moitreyee Raju writes of the experience of being a woman with ambition.
Her curvaceous physiognomy
a subtle coalescence
of eternally seasoned thoughts.
Being anatomically vivacious
from time immemorial…
she evokes the strength
of the mighty Niagara Falls!
When the storm comes a calling
Her nuanced curves solidify
to become that majestic fulcrum.
Yet isn’t it burlesque
that her body is a recurrent toast,
for the toast makers of the social crest?
She’s a woman, a woman is she!
The sole lighthouse
of her turbulent sea!
Often,
when she cups her face in her hands
and looks out of the window
at the stylized horizon,
where earth and the sky
become one in holy matrimony,
But Sisyphean is the task
to sense that sublime beauty,
’cause bursting in its seams
is that squinted sarcasm,
her obsidian eyes for once speak…
a lie, all such a lie!
The magma within has cooled,
her body now an igneous rock
well versed with the covenant dictates of the world…
that the lava must flow
to satiate the orgasmic hunger of this universe!
She’s a woman, a woman is she!
The sole lighthouse
of her turbulent sea!
At home her cut glass frame
is carefully placed in a pedestal,
lest it breaks!
That squinted sarcasm
always returns,
to haunt her, to grope her;
“A lie, all such a lie!”
Her visage, a beautiful fresco,
her innards, the Louvre,
her heart often screams..
“I am an artist…
I wanted to be an artist!”
(Is there no one who can dare
to give her that fair share
of esteem that we all care?)
About The Author
