The day for Women is today...
celebrations, moments of accolade;
tales of courage narrated,
ideal women awards given,
the perfect idol is enumerated,
every little success of hers is celebrated,
all setbacks are spoken of as stepping stones.
The celebrity lot talk of the underprivledged,
violence becomes a topic of concern.
Women guest editors, woman columnists,
they all have an extra say.
For today officially is our day.
But i feel this is an overhaul
The lines too sweet,
a forced celebration for some.
I have a humble thing to say
let us feel special about ourselves,
not just today, but everyday.
I take this moment, to tell the tale
of the three wonderful men
who make me feel special on days, odd and even!
He has been my idol ever since I remember,
I wanted to be everything he is...
his temperament, his commitment
his ideals, his principles...
have all marked my path...
he let me be me...
from being called junior Das to now
has been a journey so 'wow'..
I owe it to him,
for letting me live my every dream.
He is the one
who made sure i had a lot of fun...
always listens to me, yes he does
we fight, we crib, we love to make fuss...
but brother to friend is the transition he took;
beside me, i find him,whenever I look.
To me, he shall remain..
my little brother for ever...
love his possessiveness,
to him, I can never say never...
He is my 'anti-me'..
over chai and chat, discovered the 'we',
he spoils me with all might,
makes every worry i carry seem so light.
He lives with my 'to do lists' and my 'remember that?' tales
Loves me with my kirriks,
Renders some amazing culinary tricks:)
He listens, never judges...
lets me take my own flight...
He is the silent wind beneath my wings.