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1. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the World
This is for my mother. Tranquillity, sublimity in her hands I find each time
I am being served food for life and thoughts. Before making myself
comfortable with the omnipotent force of nature the feminine, I will bring
out to you a fine description of her beauty and presence which inspires us
every moment to do something constructive for the great cause of the
sacrifice and actual motive for her children.
She is part of my
Pride and power
With clinging shower of

2. Knowledge and desire.
Beauty, Na! it is not
Always found in
Goodness of art, rather in
the views of the
viewer, even though
art is a concept of beauty and
liar must tell the truth
to be clear.
And to be clear in front of you, I have always of course being confronted
by a question what is my address before mother Earth. I found it always
(even you will find it) to be ‘My Mother’. She has been world to us. I am
going to briefly tell a story of a man, named Masculine.
People would call him M. He crying without tear, saw his mother into her
eyes, he saw everything, that meant to him the world, on the very day he
born. Not even the air was touching him without his mother’s concern.
He had been taken care like others. Truth was specially because it was a
boy. Nature’s creation is also exclaimed. He couldn’t depart a moment
from his mother. His grandmother also lolled him and would tell him bed
time stories. But he would not forget to love his mother the most. He had
slowly begun to learn letters and words. His teacher (a lady) made him

3. learn. He learned very cunningly. He attended classes at higher level.
There he soon met, with other friends and a new environment. By now,
he had her sister as a friend who had started going primary. He learned
every possible subject with great hope and belief in his teacher’s words,
especially his Ma’m. M now had grown for senior studies. He had played
childish tricks and games with his sister. She had been a friend and an
inspiration for him. He also helped her at her tasks and studies. One time,
he could remember, making her take the medicine even if it tasted bitter.
He would cry if his sister fell down by chance. His mother would say “she
is your angel, don’t make her cry at any instance”. He had craved those
words in his heart and mind. By this time, he went for university. There he
felt something unusual after seeing a girl. That was never felt before. She
was Feminine. They would call her F. She was beautiful. He for time being,
forgot his past, his world, his sister, everything. He only wanted her.
Truthfully she was the need for him at that time. But anyhow he would
feel happy seeing her and talking to her. He expressed his feelings as his
friends called it Love. He experienced one severe part of his life. But after
his studies over, he got employed. Separated from her, he could not find
her. He carried the feelings with him and would search for her. The
workplace, where he worked had his senior a woman. He would listen to
her orders and explanations. He was obedient. He by now had her sister
married to a good family. He was feeling alone, even though he had his

4. mother. But soon she was gone with wrath of age. He realized the
importance of a woman in his life. By chance, he found Feminine again.
She was also carrying out her career life. Then to the situation, he got
married to her. He played a nice tune. Every day was a new day for him.
Soon he had a daughter, named baby feminine. She was his mother, he
would think. He could not find himself as a child. He remained bound to
the force of nature, Woman.
This story doesn’t end with this. This was a simple story of every
individual at any instance of evolution. At all point of life, the brinks of life
have seen and also will see the omnipotent presence of Woman. She was
there when Earth was created and will be there at the time of its
destruction. We are a part of her, as nature proves it. At every season it
brings a new beginning with a reason. That is to sustain lives. Every
woman like that, is a playful tune of song which calms our hither mind.
We are nothing if we forget to respect our mother. And above that we
have to make ourselves useful for a great cause. Making our mother
happy and safe is our life’s prime aim. The woman as a force needed to
be protected and helped to build a wonderful world. The glory of nature
is a smile of my mother. I and we almost all of us respect the woman. Her
sacrifice, love, affection, lucidity, serenity, calmness, playful tunes would
make everyone feel heavenly maiden with stretched meadows. The

5. candor is that we are living upon benediction of her. The virtuousness in
her propinquity will make this world like a new place to live in, daily.
Levity is in resting on her laps and ameliorating ourselves. She, only her
festivity and her sole presence can make us fulfill the great cause. We
need to learn how to be happy and make others smile. This is life. Close
to seconds. In a world where relationships play an important role, we find
woman at every node. Because she is ubiquitous and in a sense her
presence is unavoidable, we need to make their presence good.
Have the pious propensity of predilect for she is the ultimate power of
creation and existence of life. And for she is the original veracity of all
questions raised. She is the nature of Nature.
- Subhash Chandra Malik