Woman of Passion

In this woman-centric poem Sunita tells us what is it to be a woman of passion, exclusively in Different Truths.

I’m a woman and I take a pride in being so,

I have slowly made my pride grow,

From my childhood to my womanhood.

And always up righteously I have stood.

Woman, I have been an epitome of strength

For my self-respect I can go to any length.

I spread an aura of divinity in me,

Its only for there you to open your mind and see.

Don’t take me a symbol of sex and beauty,

To love and care for all is my prime duty.

But I need respect from one and all,

I stand with my feet on the ground and head held firm and tall.

I’m a woman of passion and that’s my trump card,

I flow like a river, sometimes fly like a bird.

So let this Woman live in me,

For this is what makes me what I always wannabe.

©Nitasu aka Sunita Paul

Pic from Net.

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Sunita Paul
For Kolkata-based Sunita Paul aka Nitasu Laup, a single child, reading and writing has been her childhood passion. She won prizes in writing competitions. She began writing seriously after joining Facebook. Author Deborah Brookes Langford and Author Susan Joyner Stumpf helped her publish. Her two books, ‘Stars of Lightning’ and ‘Women of Passion’ are collaborations with different authors. Her first solo book, ‘Inked with Love’ was published recently. She hopes to write a novel soon.

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