Saturday, July 10, 2010

I am...




I am the epitome of power.

I am the mixture of the artist's colour on a white canvas.
I am the poet's blank verse.
I am the sculptor's chisel-work.

I am sunshine. I am the monsoon shower.
I am the cool breeze. I am the starry sky.

I fight. I love.
I cry when I'm happy. I pretend to be happy when I'm not.
I am strong. I am delicate.

I am calm. I am fiery.
I am a daughter. I am a wife. I am a mother.

I die million times but I revive each time.

Because....

I AM A WOMAN.

7 comments:

  1. wow.... awesome re.. too good.. superb.. loved it :-)

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  2. This blog truly upholds the quality of a girl who wants to rise high without stooping low......But add in the life in SMIT, canteen, strike and all....they were very important part in our life in SMIT

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  3. nicely written apala.. m touched!!

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  4. thnku so much, Himanshu :)

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  5. Finally something I would like to read and promote on indiblogger! i was surfing and couldn't find anything interesting...glad that I visited your blog....nice post you got here :)

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