The purest of the souls needed to be moulded into something angelic,
Something magical,something beautifully poetic.
He crafted this purity into a Woman,
Something so heavenly as bright as the rising sun.
He realised this world needed some love,some affection,
So he shaped her into a ‘mother’ who gave this world a direction.
When man needed a companion,someone who held his hand throughout life,
He framed her into a dutiful and supportive ‘wife’.
They asked for someone who could hold them up in their old age and about them who will bother.
For them,she was sculpted into something so charming and was named ‘daughter’.
He needed someone to play with,someone to share his secrets with,someone who will always protect him,
She was modelled into a ‘sister’ who was his shining armor even when the brightest light of life went dim.
Whenever this world needed her,
She transformed herself from one form of saviour to another.
Life without her is so unimaginable,
For a human like her is irreplacable.