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I mean who cares ......
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Feel worthless
Being a dropper ,is not easy.
People think,you are dumb and lazy.
Same syllabus, same chapters
It's been years ,and I still can't master.
Sometimes I feel , I am way too dumb.
And those expectant gazes of my family makes me go numb.
Trust me I tried, But I failed
Over And Over Again
But the failure only made me strong
And my fear of falling is long gone
So ,I'll try again
May be I'll fall or Maybe I'll rise
But this time , I am gonna do it with a smile.
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DROPPER
Being a dropper ,is not easy.
People think,you are dumb and too lazy.
Same syllabus, same chapters
It's been years ,and I still can't master.
Sometimes I feel , I am way too dumb.
And those expectant gazes of my family makes me go numb.
Trust me I tried, But I failed
Over And Over Again
But the failure only made me strong
And my fear of falling is long gone
So ,I'll try again
May be I'll fall or Maybe I'll rise
But this time , I am gonna do it with a smile.
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πWho Am I?π
I am the synonym of pain and sacrifice.
Working 24 hrs a day without a price.
I bleed between my legs to give world, the gift of life.
They call me mother.
But who am I?
I am known as the other half.
Carrying weight of two families,
like ocean in its buoyancy holds up a raft.
Leaving behind from my surname to my old life.
They call me wife .
But who am I?
I am the child they don't want.
Fighting battles since the day I was born.
Kept in the cage of restriction, which I will break and fly.
They call me daughter.
But who am I?
I have my own identity and dream.
Treat me like a person is all I scream.
I am more than just a mother, daughter or a wife.
I am a women,a warrior in life.-
"I don't know... maybe because we live in the same house and can simply talk to each other face to face..... your dumb , I am divorcing you"
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π The world outside π
I hear your beautiful stories and lullaby.
About little ant's and colour full butterfly.
I am eagerly waiting to come out and see.
What this beautiful world holds for me.
And walk alongside you, with my little stride.
Tell me, mother how is the world outside.
With my tiny little hands and rounded knee.
Pushing and twisting in your belly that no one can see.
Even though I love to lay in the warmth of your womb inside.
Mother, I can't wait to see the world outside.
I can sense every emotion you feel.
Something is wrong I perceive.
I heard all the screaming and fight.
I felt you were hurt last night.
It made me anxious so i cried.
Hmm, I wonder how is the world outside.
Today, I realise something about outside.
That they don't value the life of a girlchild.
All I wanted was to see this beautiful earth.
But you kill me even before my birth.
So, mother this is my final goodbye.
I no longer wish to see the world outside.
- β¨ Shiwangi Priya β¨-