I am..

I may have penned this down,but its not about me only..Its about you..Its to girlpower..

A day, every day..

You aim, you claim,

You play the blame game..

You break, I mend.

You shatter, I gather.

You tear, I repair.

You beat, you cheat,

You repeat.

I am still on my feet..

You mess, you oppress,

You think you suppress.

But that’s where you go wrong,

What doesn’t kill me, only makes me strong..

With every high, with every low,

I row, I flow..

I sow, I grow..

Its high time you know, that I’ve learnt to let go..

I need no liquor,

I am high on vigour..

I need no dope,

I am high on hope..

I am no stone,

I am made of flesh and bone..

I am Earth,

The mother of your birth..

I am Water,

Your need, before and after..

I am Fire,

The sun, the moon, the dame you admire..

I am Air,

Here, there, everywhere..

I am the power you desire,

For whom you perspire..

I am your near and dear,

I am the tear you fear..

I am the one you love,the one you hate..

The one you call your soulmate..

I am the he in every she..

A part of you, a part of we..

Alone, I am not..

If that’s what u thought.

Its me, my voice, my shadow, my echo.

I am a human, I am a Woman.

And I am yet not done..

If

One of the most celebrated poems by the legendary Rudyard Kipling has helped many including me to keep my head on my shoulders and my feet firmly on the ground..So it was inevitable that I set the ball rolling with this marvel..


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!