What A Woman Wants?

What a woman wants?

Aforementioned questions are the everlasting burning mysteries, which was deeply rattled by various thinking caps and also by not so swags. 

Before we proceed, I would prefer to tell you what a woman DOES NOT want. So here it goes.

The charm, the glamour,

The money, the savior.

She doesnt want these,

Since she is all of it. 

The look, the liquor,

An unsought favour.

She doesnt need this.

For she is her own armour,

And her own mirror. 

The song, the romance.

That love at first glance.

She will not prefer,

Since most it,

Makes her will deterred. 

The dress, the party,

The address, the smarty.

She literally abhores all this.

As she is her own barbie. 

The travel, some clothes unravel,

The lust, the outburst.

She has risen above all.

And is on her own wanderlust.

Now if you think that if she doesnt want any of it. Let me tell you the flip.

A home so small,

Where her dreams reside.

One where she gets up,

With all gleam and pride.

A thing called respect,

Because no matter what,

She has had an empty plate,

And preferred to feed family,

During thousand Sunsets.

An ambition as baton

To fire it daily as fuel station.

A passion as keepsake,

Where she keeps visiting,

And feels so safe.

A contract of understanding,

Between the people living,

Under the same terrace,

Why not, when its an anti-dote,

Of embarass.

And last,

And always on the least. 

Sometimes she needs to be alone,

In align with her own peace.