|
Life is spice less when I brood
Why my grace withered so fast
Many women with their flair and feats
Made me jealous, I scorn at me as meek
Days crawled on, I hide myself in nooks
No one there to kindle me to sprout
Cursed me for being so bleak, even cried
Why I am made like this, of no use?
Each one is unique, a small wonder
If only I live up to these words
Echoes my mind that I am fertile, but
Deplores my physic of my age
Needs someone to sow the seeds
The seeds of courage and confidence
To take me to the front
To make me to seek within
Can hear a whisper from inside
"You are low to none, so rise to heights"
All these days I heed not to this voice
Time to try to take the world in my stride
Today is woman's day! me too proud
To be one among God's marvellous creation!!
Stood up, promising never to look back
Ready to take that road, which never I dared
|
