Being a girl?
How easy is it?
Being a boy?
How busy is it?

Being a child?
How playful is it?
Being a woman?
How fierce is it?
Being a man?
How valiant is it?
Being someone?
How chameleonic is it?
Bitching about others?
How pathetic is it?

Who replies that "HOW"? Who answers that "WHY & WHY NOT"? Who gives us the "right" to talk about the
"rights" we keep babbling about?
Who are we judging when the world is a stage and every body is judged while playing there roles!
Who are we?
To puke something insanely bad on others,
When we can't talk flowers!

Who are we?
To call someone *Fat, Thin, Skinny, Wheel, Whore, Slut, Bitch, Stripper, Streamer, Busted, Boobed, Crunched, Hottie, Chick, Satisfying, Sugary, Spicy and Salty*! So one to name that space isn't SUFFICE.
Who are we?
To name them again when their parents have already named them on their 21st day.
Who are we?
To criticize someone with a Murphy Monkey Or speech defect.
Who are we?
To bring someone down when we ourselves aren't perfect.
Perfect?
How does that sound?
Then my definition would go as I always say, "I am a perfect blend of imperfections"! This makes me attractive.

I make mistakes, I fight,
I learn, I hop, I hope,
I leap, I stump, I jump.
Each day I bump into someone,
With negativity to its peak,
Then that's not what you should seek,
But wait for time to click it's wit,
To make the "minuses" turn into "pluses", To make you deprived of evil thoughts and hatred.
To make you deprived of negativity and deafness to good.
I may not be beauty of dreams,
But I am shining moon.
I can be beast when respect hurts,
I can be a charm for someone's good luck.

Learn to praise, FROM YOUR HEART.
Then that's where you won't have a guilt,
But guts to tear in the day light.
Then that's how you can match your eyes with yours,
And make a better tomorrow.
A better you, a better today, a better country, a better surrounding, A BETTER YOUTH.

~Akankshya Das.🌸
(An abstract extract from the heart's nectar)