THE IMAGE OF WOMAN: a sonnet

THE IMAGE OF WOMAN: a sonnet


What makes a woman distinct from a man?
Is it her beauty, tender, yet divine,
By which she entraps only as she can,
Making him for her love forever pine?

Is it her touch that is so sweet and soft,
That the hardest of men before her melt,
Causing this to be said of women oft,
That cruelty in them cannot be felt?

Though all this is true of women yet I
Think the real difference lies in this:
In her bosom a mother’s heart does lie;
In this she does fulfil a Godly wish.

If women shun their motherly image,
Who can then their fallen image salvage?


• Initially entered as entry no. 380982 in the book "WOMEN'S AND GENDER ISSUES" . Posted as independent item on 7 January 2008


M C Gupta
21 October 2005