Woman

F.W.Bain in his book, The Digit of the Moon, described of the creation of woman.
'In the beginning, When the Divine Artificer came to the creation of woman he found that he had exhausted his materials in the making of man and that no solid elements were left. In this dilemma, after profound meditation, he did as follows : he took the rotundity of the moon, and the curves of the creepers, and the clinging of tendrils, and the trembling of grass, and the slenderness of the reed, and the bloom of flowers, and the lightness of leaves, and the tapering of the elephant's trunk, and the glances of deer, and the clustering of rows of bees, and the joyous gaiety of sunbeams, and the weeping of clouds, and the fickleness of the winds, and the timidity of the hare, and the vanity of the peacock, and the softness of the parrot's bosom, and the hardness of adamant, and the sweetness of honey, and the cruelty of the tiger, and the warm glow of fire, and the coldness of the snow, and the chattering of jays, and the cooing of kokila, and the hypocrisy of the crane, and the fidelity of chakravaka, and compounding all these together, he made woman and gave her to man'.
(source: Discovery of India by J.Nehru)

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Nothing more is left to say but, a feeble attempt I am putting in here with a sense of gratitude to all women, related or unrelated to me:

Sneh sagar ka shrot hai tu,
Mamta ki amar kahani hai,
Tu prem ki aviral ganga hai,
Jo nirmal, kalyani hai.

Shabdon me teri seema ko,
Vyakt nahi kar sakta main,
Gagan-dhara sab jhukte hain,
Na tera koi sani hai.

God me le kar ke apne,
Manavta ko tu seenchti hai,
Swarth-rahit tere prem ka kayal,
Sansar ka har-ek prani hai.


Nari Shakti ko koti-koti naman!!!