Friday, January 8, 2016

An Independent Woman



It was dark really dark,
Still I was focused to reach my mark,
It was raining hard in windy night;
Thanks to God, my Gut feel was right.

I chose my path all my life,
I kept my spirit high every time
No matter I failed or eventually it became a learning;
I kept the balance on straight way and turning.

Alone in the new city, I remained on my own;
Inside there is a spark I had never shown,
On the frozen north sea, I danced and cried loud.
A stance I adore and sometimes proud.

I'm a girly girl, still I chose struggle over luxury,
As attitude matters a lot and gives you victory,
I prefer to wear killer smile over pretty dress,
I'll always remain a pure soul, ll never be fake to impress.

Like every one, I go through the phases good and bad,
But I'm an accomplished dream of my Dad,
As I keep my smile, till the very last moment I can;
Dad says I'm a freshness in the life, I'm a strong independent Woman.




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