She is a wall.
Tall and strong.
You'll never see what resides on the other side,
She'll never let you.
She's tall enough that tsunami wont do a shit.
She's strong enough, hurricanes pay her respects.
She is the most composite blend of beauty and burns.
She's a woman, after all.
You'd struggle to see her punctures, shielded by terrible and desperate attempts to conceal them away.
But you'll eventually know, and she'll hate it to be exposed.
Like any other existential matter of wholesome grace, she needs love.
We all do, but women more.
She needs to be held in your armor-like arms,
Even though they are weak, you are supposed to wrap them around her,
To let her know, you are there, and she'll do the rest.
You need to kiss her, out of sheer respect and care, that'll be enough fuel for her endurance.
You might know every tricks and moves,
But you'll still fail to act up.
Cause that's the thing about her - you'll always see her smile.
She is a wall.
Tall and strong.

-Pankesh Wadekar