Woman is a mystery
An unsolved chemistry
Even if you turn to history
You cannot solve this mystery.
She is a lovely rose
Take care of these pretty cores
Then you will receive lots of love
Realising the smoothness of dove
But if you are a liar
She turns into fire
Then for you she burns
Into ashes she turns
Women is like a sky
Difference is, she is nigh
She is as good as fertile soil
And as bad as crude oil
If you throw rose petals
It showers on you and settles
If you throw a stone at it
It will fall back on you and hit
It is up to man
How he handles woman
Never test her patience
But always feel her appearance
If he is good
She does what she could
But if he is bad
He always has to remain sad
So never underestimate a woman
She is never less than a man
Only the thing is she likes to love
So for all she kindly serves