You are magic,

Dreamy never tragic,

You are mystic

And though at times ballistic.

Born from the fire,

Epitome of desire,

And your looks can kill

You have will power and skills,

You Rose from the dust,

Like a winner

You make your way,

Daring nay says,

Reaching sun,moon and Mars,

Yo woman,

You live to die inside everyday.

By: Soma Mukherjee

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Women's day English poetry Poem Soma Mukherjee

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