Her hands are cracked yet beautiful

Within her fingers,
A smile lingers.
She binds people,
in one big family,
copulating with their roots.
Her action speak more than words,
Don't take her for mute.

With her nails,
Heaven prevails.
She is growing,
From a little girl,
to a woman of substance,
Admire her elegance.
Question her fragility,
Answers with audacity.

Just like her knuckles,
she can punch,
your thought of taming her.
She is yin to her family,
And yang to her foe.
you can't stop her flow,
neither restrain her glow.

With her palm,
She keeps you calm,
when stormy thoughts realm.
She gives you right path,
whenever you stick to wrong,
She provides you care,
when you feel intense fear.

A canvas was anticipated,
Adding all glory it was painted.
Giving a name ‘woman’,
Epitome of affection.
soft yet rough,
tender but tough.
She fought thousands of battles,
Her hands are cracked yet beautiful.
~msasan

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PS :- I take great pride in being a woman and I’m also proud to see women dreaming and achieving their goals. It's an ecstatic happiness to see all wonderful girls doing wonders with their wand.

To all the girls reading this:
You are nothing yet everything,
You are one but all,
You are a drop yet an ocean,
You are Queen and a warrior.