A woman is like a lake
With deep undercurrents
She is a wrapped gift for many
Clothes, the wrappers!!!

A woman is a question
No, thousands of questions
A woman is an experiment
And not its object

A woman for many is a mere “bearer”
And not a strong union

A woman’s body is a battlefield
Where much war frenzy bit the dust
Many tall talks crashed

A woman is a witness,
To a failed revolutionary
To a renounced holy man
To the wavering minds
To ideological boomerangs

The smile that welcomed the moustache babies on their exhausted return!

-Santhosh Kumar Kana
(first written by me in Malayalam and published in a monthly from Kerala, STHREESABDAM, in 2008 titled STHREE. Here is my english translation of it)