I am The Woman!
Wearing a frock, with two pigtails,
A young mischievous girl was I,
With a twinkle of innocence in my eyes
And a spirit of happiness so loud and high
I grew up learning the priceless dignitaries,
Having fun, yet staying with in limits
Slowly learning the essence of a woman,
In a man’s world, and where she fits!
I understand you for what you are
And for the very respect you give me,
I am no longer a mere feast for your eyes
I am a living soul, and that, you are yet to see!
I heard, when you called me with the “B” word
I smile, and a thank you is all I can say
I am a hell of a woman, you can never be like
In control, independent, better than you any day!
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