INTRO : One of the 'She' poems...Nature is the ultimate personification of all that is a ‘woman’...and all that is the process …in making 'a woman' …tolerance, suffering , rebirth, wisdom and the innocence to deal the pain, past and people in it as a grain of sand that once was a pebble.

For she is no longer herself,

but a seed within a shell,

and when the rains come and wash away the pain,

and the shell softens and the seed grows,

all would turn green again.

And birds will flock on its branches,

and nests will be built on them.

Those who have lost interest,

will stand up,

behold the sight,

and will start believing again.

Far and wide the balance would be brought,

and all that is lost,

will open 'its' eyes,

and start living again.