A better woman pursuing finer tastes
No slattern traces ever visible to human race
Hybrid of easily accepted views i dilapidate
Self instilled thoughts i wish even more precipitate
No great idol i wish to adhere in a complete go
Partially failing a billion obstacles, i've survived hitherto
Hitches of rememberable past, illusions of succeeding tomorrow
My heartfelt intelligent tasks i see myself undergoing with no mercy borrowed
What better day to feel the pressure of this insight emotional drill
Waking up each of my senses to bring out the better woman in me
1 comment:
Yet another Beautiful composition Pooja!!
Keep writing :)
Amita
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