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It brings me immense pleasure to share that I, along with 24 other bloggers are celebrating #9daysofwomanhood throughout Navratri. I thank Neha Sharma for introducing me. I loved her blog http://growingwithnemit.com on the prompt for today Woman in India in 2017, a positive take
2017 is but a number that is oblivious to the year it represents, for I wasn't raised a girl.
I was given a life with a wail. It was with that wail that I found a voice.
I was given a quill so I write my own stories.
Gender what gender?
I am my own person.
I am in this labyrinth, to form my own possibilities.
To crash, IF I must,
To burn, IF I must,
To rise a Phoenix from the ashes, BECAUSE I must,
I AM an individual.
I am not coy, I laugh a riot.
I enter a temple even when I am on my chums.
I like my body and worry not about its shape.
I eat and worry not about my weight.
I like my skin. Dusky is a colour and I accept it and appreciate it.
I am my own kind of beautiful.
I wear a bra without much bothering about the straps and IF they want to peek at world around me, they do.
I travel because I want to grow.
I do not label myself, for I will NOT be owned. I own myself and I own what I do.
I nuture and I nest, but not at the cost of my self-respect.
I feed in public because by my baby needs food.
I AM Sita but I am ALSO Kali.
I was given a life with a wail. It was with that wail that I found a voice.
I was given a quill so I write my own stories.
Gender what gender?
I am my own person.
I am in this labyrinth, to form my own possibilities.
To crash, IF I must,
To burn, IF I must,
To rise a Phoenix from the ashes, BECAUSE I must,
I AM an individual.
I am not coy, I laugh a riot.
I enter a temple even when I am on my chums.
I like my body and worry not about its shape.
I eat and worry not about my weight.
I like my skin. Dusky is a colour and I accept it and appreciate it.
I am my own kind of beautiful.
I wear a bra without much bothering about the straps and IF they want to peek at world around me, they do.
I travel because I want to grow.
I do not label myself, for I will NOT be owned. I own myself and I own what I do.
I nuture and I nest, but not at the cost of my self-respect.
I feed in public because by my baby needs food.
I AM Sita but I am ALSO Kali.
I would take the opportunity to introduce Rupali who blogs at Rupalidotcom.wordpress.com. You can check out her blog on the prompt for today.
sumira.bhatia@gmail.com
sumira.bhatia@gmail.com
Once again, you have left me in awe with your words Sumira, loved the way you described yourself, clearly depicts the power you hold inside, the woman of today. Keep writing!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the lovely comment Neha . So inspired and motivated
DeleteRightly Said, Sumira
ReplyDeleteLabelling ourself means limiting ourself.
Women of 2017 are limitless.
Cheers to womanhood!
Cheers indeed Rupali! 🍸 To us!!
DeleteSo well expressed Sumira, has the usual 'Sumira' magic! 😘
ReplyDeleteAww sheeba many thanks 💞
DeleteWow! That's so beautifully expressed. "to rise a phoenix from the ashes'- nothing can express the spirit of womanhood better!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteSita but also Kali... wonderfully put. Enjoyed your take.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
Deletetruly the new era has the women risen like the phoenix.
ReplyDeleteKudos to the new era and us!
Deletewhat a beautiful poem!! Loved it to bits!
ReplyDeleteThank you Prisha :)
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully expressed - in awe of your post.
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