Divine Lady

Rare to be borne as human
And that too be as women
If you exploit beauty for justice
The ruining world becomes Holy place

Men are slaves for lust and penny
They obey you keeping mind dummy
Mend them by offering you for pure
You see every deed’s done with sure

Women’s charity keeps universe happy ever
Harmless seasons change throughout the year
Fatality passes away seeing world pleasure
World would admire you as divine doctor.

 
Written by sellamuthu kandasamy on 23/09/13

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