Hello everyone! Here I am presenting a poem dedicated to all women out there. So here it is:

She was sensitive,

too sensitive at times,

her heart was so much more reactive than her skin,

she'd almost never get bruised after clumsily falling from somewhere

or cutting herself accidentally, accidentally.

But her heart was a canvas filled with colours of pain, agony, sorrow, grief and hope.

She was not lonely but loneliness was always there, with her, like her shadow.

The only difference was it would make it presence known like an unwelcome guest

the most when there would be too much light.

as if, she didn't deserve any of it, the light and the love.

She loved too much,

and she loved fiercely,

it was one thing that she was the most proud of,

maybe, the only thing that she was ever proud of.

She never cared about the ifs and the buts when it came to love,

it was like she was born to do just that, love.

She loved her parents the most, 

and always hated that question “Who do you love more - mumma or papa ?”

because she loved them both equally and more. 

Her mother was her anchor,

She would never get tired of talking to her

because she was the only one who'd make her feel heard.

While her papa made sure to take that burden off from her whenever she needed,

as if he could sense her sadness from miles away and tell her that it will be okay,

It will always be okay.

She didn't have favorites,

not a favorite book or a movie or a colour or food,

it was like she never wanted to discriminate.

she always thought every one or every thing has their own beauty and uniqueness,

their own journey and challenges and she never wanted to nullify that,

or maybe, she was too scared to hurt them by choosing one.

she loved listening to others, their stories,

she always tried to ensure that she spread hope and love,

sunshine and sunflowers and take all the pain away from all the hearts she'd ever known which deserved more,

so even she would be hurting,

she would cut herself open to let others in and make them feel at home.

She was beautiful,

she always tried to be.

Written by a loving daughter, sister and friend. Hope you all gonna like it.