Stands tough in the roughest time

without a wry upon her face,

heard of her in heavenly hymns

of her chastity & grace

What thing lives and never dies...

her magic that stays always..

a thought stuck across my mind '

an entity so large, like bay, i doubt,

whose magnificence is of pure eternity

if happens, to live about,

it dwindles my certainty

where does she lives about?

Oh! this godly deity,

dwells where life sprout

her will of our creation

which, of course, we will not be without.

Strong to defend when storms arise,

and tender at times it is not,

she clears the mist in the corner of our eyes

and leads us to remount.

and when it is the season of clear skies

This hard-head of antiquity,

in her tenderness that underlies

is the lady with un-revealed ambiguity.

Her sense of separation to forget or forgive

her understanding of differences,

her leniency at times for letting things

that add to her uniqueness.

Her very quality of untamed river,

and the impact she leaves that will not demise,

A woman, she is,

To be called, in precise.