Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies।
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,The curl of my lips.
I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand orFall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,And the joy in my feet.
I'm a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,The grace of my style.
I'm a woman Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump aboutOr have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me

i carry your heart with me(E E Cummings )

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing

here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

The Female of the species -Gauri Deshpande

The female of the species



Sometimes you want to talk

about love and despair

and the ungratefulness of children

A man is no use whatever then .

You want then your mother

or your sister

or the girl with whom you went to through the school,

and your first love ,and her -

first child -a girl-

and your second.

You sit with them and talk .

She sews and you sit and sip

and speak of the rate of rice

and the price of tea

and the scarcity of cheese.

You know both that you 've spoken

of love,despair and ungratefulness of children.

- Gauri Deshpande

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One passage from her short novel" teruoo" (which means" rising Sun" in Japanese ):

"प्रेमात पड़णे किती ग्रांड असते नाही तेरुओ, प्रथम प्रेमात पड्ण्यात नुसता आनंद होता ,नंतर नंतर मग ,त्या प्रेमात डावपेच,मालकी ,असूया ,निराशा ,स्वप्नाभंग सारं काही येत गेलं आणि एकेक वेळा ही पुढची सारी दुःखे टाळ्ण्यासाठी प्रेमच टाळावासं वाटू लागलं"

Or

"..जन्मभर स्वतःला कसलेही गहन प्रश्न न विचारत बसता नाकासमोर वाट चालत गेलेल्या तेरुओ ने अखेर माझ्या हातात माझ्याच आयुष्याचे सार देऊन टाकलं !लेटिट बी .असू दे .प्रेम असू दे. आनंद असू दे .मिलन असू दे. विरह असू दे,दुःख असू दे, वियोग असू दे ,निरोप घेणे असू दे ,मृत्युही असू दे.नको फ़क्त खंत .जे आपण घड्वीत असतो ,जे घडत जातं ,ते हातात उरतंच .गळून जावा खेद अणि फुका पश्चाताप."