Category Archives: Birds

One Happy Lockdown morning, April 2020

These days, with everyone cooped up inside homes, terraces have become the most happening places.

I am having a great time now clicking pictures of all those things I never had time to watch closely; birds drinking water, Adeniums blooming, peacocks scurrying around… wow!

Google photos gave me a pleasant surprise recently by sending me an easily shareable short movie made from some of these pics. The movie has a soothing feel and that’s so important in these uncertain Corona times.

Click here and watch it.

In conservative countries like Iran, where women are not allowed to sing or play music in public, terraces have turned into stages where artists get the chance to perform live without any fear. Isn’t that wonderful? Well, every cloud has a silver lining.

A Phenomenal Woman

This photo of mine reminded me of Maya Angelou’s poem, ‘Phenomenal Woman.’

Whatever you do, do it with all your 💓 heart and soul…

The full text of poem is below.

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.