Penned By B D Narayankar
How should I describe her face?
Perhaps God had passed this Nasscom event
With a brush dipped in milk, sprinkling drops everywhere
Some of which have fallen on to her face!
It was her habbit to chatter, keep chattering
She never knew pausing!
But she looked like a flowing water falling silent after entering a lake
Perhaps she is settling herself for shouldering the pain
The pain of creating Life!
That image of the thought, nudged my male voice within which said: You never will have this divine power
To give Life
I wonder then how great is she
She is my Moon, the Creator of Life!
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