Proud to be called a lady...

Free audacious and surefooted

This is me a twenty first century woman

No more burgled by emotions

No more afraid of dreadful conditions

This is me, strong enough, defeated by no one..

Don't call me a girl I am no less a boy

I am not weak I am not afraid to die

I can do all that a man does

I am far far away from the girlish buzz

This ostensible me, made me stand tall each day

Surely I was haughty of  my carefree and stone hearted way...

But then one day when my heart broke I realised

The quientessential beauty with which a woman has been devised 

Yes I pretend to be

The brightest color of this flamboyant populace

But the real me always shines

With a lily's serenity and grace

Stab me umpteen times

And I'll fight back with courage

But my heart thaws seeing a weeping child

With love and solace

Ambitiously I achieve my goals

I am emblematic to perfection

But still I prefer to remain

Daddy's darling and my beloved's perpetual affection

I can amplify my friend's mirth 

And be my dear's sexy siren

But the real me is a whisper in silence

And a dew drop divulged by none

My existence itself strongly answers

The nasty male chauvinism

But I choose to keep quite

Out of my generosity and wisdom

I am not in a greed

To prove my superiority

Silently I choose to embellish the world

And this is my real beauty 

A caring companion, a devoted daughter

And a lovable mother to a baby

This is me, delicate yet resolute

And I am proud to be called a lady

||Sshree||