Have you ever seen a heart
Who has love, unconditional?
Have you ever met someone
Who has given herself so benevolently?
And I keep meeting them.
Whenever I talk to a woman
Every now and then.
I meet her in an infant daughter
Who is innocent enough to believe,
That her father might leave her midway
Given she did not comply with his portents.
I meet her in a young sister
Who gives up everything,
And bears with her parents’ anger
Only for that miscreant little brother.
I meet her in a teenage daughter
Who makes friends with her mother,
Shares her first heartbreak with her
And one day she leaves everything to be just like her.
I meet her in an amorous wife
Who loves and lusts her husband,
Blending into his family
As milk into sugar.
Her past lay behind
Shedding tears every once in a while,
She calms down herself
For breaking down has never served right.
I meet her in a doting mother
Who serves her child first,
A tired body she might own
But love will still that child own.
Day and night, she will take care
Of children she brought as their own,
Leaving behind her own dreams
She nourishes her family’s soul.
I meet her in a grand daughter
I meet her in a mother in law.
I meet her in a grandmother,
I meet her in nieces and aunts.
I meet her, and I will keep meeting them
In every woman who lives as a woman
Who comes into life
With learning her first words as ‘sacrifice.’
I meet that foolish soul
In every other woman,
Who gives more momentum
To emotion than reason.
I wish they’d know how to live
With ‘EMO-SON’ as a feeling,
May be then they’d never end up
With that senseless feeling.
But what could she do
For her heart’s in the right place,
All she wants is her people whom she loves
To be happy and full of solace.
Of course she is an ignorant fool
For she has lived a forfeited life,
Her loved ones will comply
Why did she surmise?
She cries and sheds some tears
Every now and then when she loses her endurance,
But she lifts herself up,
Finding valor, from I know not where?
And she is back with her giving self
While I wonder how much is left for her to give,
Will there be a time where she’ll be herself left with nothing but pain
And all she’ll have in return is a disgusted look in vain.
How much could a person give after all
How much love can a heart bore?
How much repugnance can one take
How much can she after all bear?
How does a soul carry itself with so much weight,
How can a body live with so many burdens?
And yet I see them, I meet them
All live paradigms of seemingly insane individuals.
I meet them. And I keep meeting them
I just wonder, sometimes,
Have you ever met such a foolish creature
Or is it just me who sees beyond the rational measure?