I'm a woman...

The first of my Women's Day Poems... inspired and meant to antagonize my batchmate- PJM's " I am a Man and I am proud of it!" ... If anyone remembers that one :P ... he he

She was the woman dressed in white,
The traces of blue at the edges,
With missionaries of charity, holy and bright
She cleansed our land with her dredges!

When man thought of war, and went on to destroy
She was right behind listening, she heard their cry!
With wounds of soldiers lying in the camp
She worked indefatigabily, the lady with the lamp!

When the world had comfort and leisure to offer
She chose all hardship, chose to suffer,
Compassion not just to humans, dedication not just to sciences
She spent a life with our earlier forms, lived with them in their crisis!

She tells her different tales, she portrays a variety of roles
She plays each part,a work of art and reaches all her goals
Although, some of them are sweet, some of them are bitter
Seldom will you hear her grouse, rarely feel the jitter!

The embodiment of endurance and love,
She works down here, works for God above!
The dearness of life, the art of living,
The pursuit of happiness, the joy of giving,
She carries them all with such wonderful grace,
She's the child blessed with God's true embrace!

If only all the men in the world understood what effort is needed
And if only all her troubles were told, her grievances were heeded!
Of the mother they're part of, of the sister that they take support,
Of the wife who endures, of the daughter who cares,
Men could show their gratitude and truth in it's purport
That would help them define themselves- that'd be a man who dares!

This womens' day, I call out to her and I question her conviction
Tell her her life is a beautiful reality and do away with all the fiction
If she'd just know what she's really worth, and she's worth every bit,
She'd say it more often, she'd say this-" I'm a woman and I'm proud of it!"