Tale of a Happy Woman

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Picture Courtesy-Feministaa.com

With twinkling eyes like those of a mischievious child,

the toothless lady endlessly smiled.

Behind those thick rimmed glasses were the doors

that ended straight down at her soul.

 

Lying on her death bed she felt beautiful even then and there,

running those skinny fingers playfully through her wavy white hair.

While gazing at the outstretched sky she went on humming her favorite song

as if staring into death’s eyes and asking him to sing along.

 

When asked by her curious granddaugher the secret to her happiness,

she said its just a choice she made in her yonger days.

To be surrounded by the happiest people on earth,

and to be forever gleaming with positivity and mirth.

 

A few other secrets are reaching out far and wide for all your dreams,

and never give up eating your favorite ice-creams.

Feed your soul with good books and poery every single day,

also warm hugs from your loved ones work wonders they say.

 

(P.S: I imagined myself in my oldage and wrote this poem and I strongly hope this is the kind of woman I become someday. On this special day I wish that all the ladies out there start practicing self-love and take care of their mental and physical health as seriously as they care for others. To all the strong and beautiful women who inspire me to be a better person each day, wishing you all a Happy Internaional Women’s Day πŸ™‚ )

 

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About SK Rajeshwari

I am an incurable bibliophile, dreamer, writer, poet and connoisseur of all things beautiful. This blog 'My Cosmos' is my first love and nothing pleases me more than constructive feedback for my write-ups. My second love is books. I am an insatiable and roly-poly bookworm. Books teach me how to explore the world inside me and the ones that are outcomes of someone else's unadulterated imagination. What beautifies my existence is the endless walk I enjoy putting on those shoes of imagination. Step into my world, feel my poems and allow your wandering soul to be hypnotized by the fragrance of the captivating manifestations of my dreams, experiences and imagination. Allow this feeling to creep into your being and let your nerves speak the language of beauty and artistry. Bienvenido :)

Posted on March 8, 2017, in Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. Nice choice of words. Love this. 😍

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  2. Very well written. Loved the imagination πŸ‘

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  3. Nice poem πŸ™‚ Feed your life with positive thoughts and make your old age the gold age of your life. My belated woman’s day wishes to you πŸ™‚

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  4. This is absolutely beautiful ❀

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  5. I thoroughly enjoyed the way you created such a powerful sense of imagery through your words ~

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  6. Wonderful flow of words! Your imagination speaks volume and I heartily wish for its fulfilment πŸ™‚

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  7. rationalraj2000

    “I imagined myself in my oldage and wrote this poem and I strongly hope this is the kind of woman I become someday”- Nice..

    Like

  8. That’s an amazing thought. Specially to be surrounded by happy people and read a lot of poetry.

    Like

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