Thy name is woman...

With the risk of being termed a MCP, I dedicate this post to all the girls I have known and will know in times to come (I feel like god :)). I bet anyone who has known a woman (including women themselves) will agree that this poem is so damn true. Enjoy...

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction.
She’s afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle her boyfriend alone in the house.

She’ll take him for better, she’ll take him for worse,
She’ll break open his head and then be his nurse.
But when he’s well and can get out of bed,
She’ll pick up the teapot and aim for his head.

Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind,
Crafty and cruel, yet simple and kind.
She’ll call him a king, then make him a clown,
raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.

She’ll tell him that he is the best guy she ever met,
Then she'll ask him why can’t they just be friends.
When she is upset, she'll like him to leave her alone,
And if he does so, she'll tell him he has a heart made of stone.

She’ll inspire him to deeds that ennoble man,
Or make him her lackey to carry her fan.
She’ll run away from him and never come back,
But if he runs away, then she’ll be on his tracks.

Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She’ll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose.
She’ll win you in range, enchant you in silk,
She’ll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.

At times she’ll be vengeful, merry and sad,
She’ll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.

Note: This one is not original; it is by a Mid Day correspondent and was published in March 2006 in Mid Day, Mumbai. However, I have added one paragraph in the original one; I hope it has fit in well. No prize for guessing but no harm in trying either.