Celebrate yourself....

 Go easy on yourself ,you are not your limit..

The night is becoming darker but  tomorrow is sure to lit...

The skin that you have is your identity...

It defines your life and its sanctity...

Never give up on yourself in any case...

Outer beauty is the last thing deserving your chase....

 Find the true meaning defining your worth....

Showcasing your face wasn't the cause of your birth...

Not just youth,be a person of all seasons

If you have to compete,look out for better reasons..

Strengten yourself with some skills and take a big howl...

Leave all those in the lurch out there in the prowl...

Your identity is beauty defining your fate 

Let your sheer existence be the reason enough to celebrate...



Amita Joshi 





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