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10 Jan 2009

Late but not never!

Post by santhi

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 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

 

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