International Woman's Day

An Ode to Nobility

O Lord, such is Thy craft…


A fairy rises from Thy sacred womb,
As the Sun from that elusive Groove*,
Stamps she such beauty on warring humanity,
As does the rose to her thorny tree.

Valiant is the anchor that fights the storm,
Noble as much, for it shows not its form,
Such is the fairy whose silent aura banish
tempestous pain and mortal anguish.

Blesses as we by Thy Craft divine,
Amidst that is a jewel serene,
That thus, does brightens my convex crown,
As among birds, that wondrous swan.

My love for her is steely robust,
Of whose change O Time, thou can never boast,
Be towers that rise, and alas! They fall
May my love live past them all.

O Lord such divinity did Thee sew,
To the parched humanity, this Morning Dew,
Bless her well with Thy secret ways,
More than a thousand Suns with a Zillion rays.


* Groove between the sky and earth – the Horizon