I have seen women talk oh women what words

I have seen the tongue so slavish and sweet syrup like

I have seen the lips moving like winds on beach

I have seen eyes blinking as wings of nightingale

I have seen the cheeks so glowing as Moses burning bush

I have seen the laughters more alive then an outcry of newly born child

I have seen men and women talking

I have never seen men so imbecile and vulnerable

I have seen women like goddesses with profound air of liveliness

Men calculating his words

Women uttering whatever comes to her head

Women talk so freely that one feel the truth of whole nature

In moments of watching women talk

I have seen my own death

I have seen my own destruction

I have seen my own weakness

I have seen my own art

I have seen my own poetry

I have seen my own self

I have seen my own inspiration

I have seen my own rejection

I have seen my finitude for their infinitude

Tides and waves and ripples

The gushing and seas on shores calling me to be drowned shamelessly

This is what happens when women talk