Woman: Shade Providing Tree of All Times

Woman: Shade Providing

Tree of all Times.

Her soul means nothing to her

insofar people around her are

happy,

her possessions she gives

in the service of humanity;

in the rain and in the sun,

without carrier pad,

she carries loads for

the good of her household.

On her shoulders are

responsibilities,

she bear and carry to

make many happy;

every time she turns herself

to primary pain bearer,

graciously through support,

trust, and loyalty,

she pursues fix-it-solution on

behalf of her household.

Her back she turns to mobile

cot or crib for generations that

will pass through her womb,

because of eternal bond of love

it will create,

all inconveniences that come

with this sacrifice,

she overlook.

Upon her belly-her mate-

finds joy and happiness,

in her tummy she nurtures life;

her breasts-a major part of

temple of love,

temple every living soul

visits.

Temple-that holds no more

than two worshippers at a time,

a homogenous and a universal

temple that carries

same structure, rituals, rites,

routine, and custom.

Without hymn book,

worshippers worldwide sing

same songs and,

without formal training,

but by means of intuition

and visceral-

services are conducted-

in a romantic language of

love.

Her nipples or fountains

dispense-never-run-out-

milk-of-life to generations;

her areola a more noble

role it performs,

as it establishes mother-child

relationship,

everlasting affinity which no

money can buy.

Her non-tiring laps-

couch of eternity-

every child prefers to a

crib or a cot,

because of warm and

bond it creates;

the powerful parallel beams

of ages

that carry lover during coquetry.

Her legs-the spinning wheels-

which create powerful

dance steps and whenever

activated put a baby

into a sleep;

the lightning rod on a

catwalk.

Her dexterous and multi-purpose

hands perform varied functions-

keep home clean-

put food on the table,

turn waste to wealth,

nudge soul when necessary,

correct body in times of need.

More than sun,

her heart and mind warm

the soul,

more than any strong root,

her heart and mind sustain

the body;

beatitude her presence brings

benediction her soul leaves

behind,

anywhere she visits.

Neither does her salt lose

taste,

nor does her ginger

forfeit

her preservative function.

Will you make me happy

the shade of life?

Will you make me joyful

the fountain of life?

Make my courtyard

your permanent abode,

a signpost of love-

you shall be,

a signpost of life-

you shall become to

me.