Tale of a Happy Woman
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 🙂 )