To the women who inspire me to write

There are a lot of women who inspire me to write better. With their continuous literary and verbal nagging, they continue to persuade me till I write something better. There are a few who give me ideas, criticize me, give me moral support. Then there are a few who don’t even know me, yet I read their works and those tingle me, like a constant nudge, to write! Amazing, isn’t it?To those women who know me by heart and to those women who don’t, I present a little ode, by arguably one of the greatest female poets of all time.

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Female Author, by Sylvia Plath

All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world:
Favored (while suddenly the rains begin
Beyond the window) she lies on cushions curled
And nibbles an occasional bonbon of sin.

Prim, pink-breasted, feminine, she nurses
Chocolate fancies in rose-papered rooms
Where polished higboys whisper creaking curses
And hothouse roses shed immortal blooms.

The garnets on her fingers twinkle quick
And blood reflects across the manuscript;
She muses on the odor, sweet and sick,
Of festering gardenias in a crypt,

And lost in subtle metaphor, retreats
From gray child faces crying in the streets.

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