life is a blessing

When I was thought poor and my poverty was shaming

When the colour of my body was unwelcomed

And my breathe was dropping

I had no job, no money, and hence no relatives

Everything was so pessimistic and the world outside was unbearable...

when giving up was easy and survival was next to impossible.

I still had 'hope' and believe me it worked wonder...

There lies a point when you feel nothing...

No fear, no shame, and no regret...

And on that particular point, it becomes so easy either to recover or to lose..

I chose to proceed... I chose to revive..and by the miracle of fierce dreaming

And constant efforts, life fulfilled my all needs

Believe me, it was not easy.. you cannot even imagine how difficult the journey of falling down,

getting up, and again falling down..each stone broke me into pieces...

it was up to me to convert my life into small silts or to collect the scattered pieces and hope for one more time.

But there was no option u see...

The long years of struggle to survive taught me the biggest lesson that u only immortal u are permanent

( your impression and existence on other's minds is immortal)

Rest everything is mortal and will vanish soon..

Life, my dear is the most precious and u should make every moment memorable...

Still diseased, still discolored, still so weak by the body but now I am a woman with a changed temperament...

I am no weaker inside..long torturous years of pain have taught me that a person can be iron-willed or a paper boat...

either u can survive in all the adversities or u can flow away with small waves of monsoon...

Now I owned too much and too much of everything...

I still don't possess any property but I contend inside...

I do not regret rather I cherish my life whatsoever or howsoever it is...

Now the sun is unaffected by criticism of any sort...

Life is a blessing and I am celebrating it every day