Woman

Slain by history and bequeathed by life
As a gift to last through her lifetime..
Out of the way, Fate laboured, toiled
And went berserk to coin her a name.
Some call her cunning, many make a face
Yet, she is needed, in every step.
Give her a situation, or a strategy to plan
And she will use up all her tools…
Manipulated emotions, lies and truths
To shake up a cocktail of survival.
She is cursed, she is blessed
She is loved.
At times, she is sacrificed - at will, or in ignorance.
Profound, enigmatic, and names never used before
She has many faces, from a mother to a whore.
Take her or leave her
But she is a fact.
She remains anonymous for the want of a name,
At times forgotten, many a times honored,
Sometimes as a beloved, or placed in the chess board of life
As a part of life’s quintessential game…