I have the bulge in the wrong places
and fling away the taunts with enough grace
I wear my dress, in my color, pattern or print
waiting not a suggestion nor any hint.
I am enough, enough to see my strength.
I work with a motive, also laze like a bear
but not answerable to sneer or stare
I sing to my tunes, hum with the breeze
and soothe like a balm but sting like a bee
I am enough, enough to while away by the sea.
I detest not the ways of life or sessions
until it pricks my code of moral lessons
I fly when I want, my sky, my space
with wings unburdened by any test
I am enough, enough to work or take a rest.
I stick by my friends almost like a magnet
do not betray, however attractive the rate
I adorn my home, with my kind of gesture
for my comfort, my warmth, my treasure
I am enough, enough to hold my stature.
I dig my own grave and decide what to bury
beneath the mud or clay or just wash it away
I am here to live fully till the breath says so
and not succumb when any bullying says go
I am enough, strong enough to live my goals.
I write, poem or story, words or rhyme
depicting the fact or fiction, in my time
I wrap my wrath and unfold my smile
mask a frown or laugh for a while
I am enough, enough to shrug or shine.Parajeeta Dikshit