There are days when my hopes touch the zenith
And dreams are on horizon
Picking up my messy self,
Trying to be beautiful and beyond
But every attempt is met with a failure
Just stuck as a lure to life’s fishing adventures
Figuring out stuff by my own, preparing for the worst
Heart break, pain and loss are mostly what I got.
At times I am pathetic, trying to put all to an end
No more can I take the ignominy of being neglected
Its then when I hear the prayers of my mother
All is good dear, there is nothing to bother.
The trouble she had been through, all because of me
The least I could do was to set myself free
How my mom always said that things shall fall into place
If not today, at least in the coming days
I wonder if what she said was true
Or it was to comfort me when I had no clue
But, it has strengthen me in every way it can
Her daughter is a fighter; her efforts won’t go in-vain
Maybe it was to help me when my hopes touch the zenith
And again my dreams are on horizon
I should have the audacity to pick my messy self,
And be beautiful and beyond
No more a lure in life’s fishing hook
My journey of frail to fabulous, perhaps written in a book
When I die, things will not be squandered
They shall say
She came, she saw and she conquered