Sunday, February 14, 2010

Better Woman

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:

Amita..... said...

Yet another Beautiful composition Pooja!!

Keep writing :)