Letter to her

 If you're tired of walking for everyone....

Take a stride for yourself once.......

For if you keep your foot down...

Nobody can meddle with your existence....

Make sure your heart is full before you pour out love for every one.....

Don't take what they say as it is easier said than done...

You own the enormity in every word and sense...

Don't believe any story from any other lens...

Your every effort will bring you laurels.....

Why on earth will you rise with their shovels...

Your glance back replies loud and clear to their stare ..

Leaving all the inhibitions aside,walk rather cruise in this thorough fare ...

Move ,as you  have million dreams to fulfill....

Don't let anyone stop you to a standstill.....

Remember you are the only one who matters to you the most...

Clap and cheer for yourself.......raise for oneself a toast. ...

If they love you for your timidity..... better let them go ......

Ice thawed long back .....let your fire put up the  show. ...

Amita Joshi






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