GIVING AWAY MY BEST SHOT

Giving away my best shot,

  Feeling like there is no knot,
My confidence rising on top,
Because I am a perfect lot,
And nobody can dare to stop,
Giving away my best shot

Going where the heart takes,
Lost in my own ways,
Mind is on a craze,
Not bothered about the worldly ways,
Unshaken by what anybody says,
Like a halo behind my face,
And behaving like these are my last days
Moving ahead in life ,
Leaving away the past times,
With only resolve by my side,
Vision is now wide,
Now i have to decide,
That I have to make a giant stride

But you are going to regret,
Remember the days we spent,
Hoping to get back,
All the amazing moments,
Unending days of neglect,
But always remember that,
You haven't lost that bet

I am going to grab,
What i want to get,
Now I am at my best,
Because I am blessed ,
With all the competence,
And then the purpose will be met ,
With nothing more to get

Always going to give my best shot,
Like a drop of water in a place of drought.

  Poems from the heart

I Wish I were not born

I wish I were not born,
For all the atrocities put upon.
I wish I were not born

Entering the world the problems arise,
Starting with my feticide.

Begins with the wrath of my creators,
Who are trying to destroy my status.

My entry into the world depends on their decision,
Even before taking first breath of oxygen.

After all these atrocities,I finally walk into this amazing world,
Not knowing how the future might unfurl.

While growing up,not being treated fairly,
Often Sidelined in a family .

my counterparts are always given more importance,
While nobody can read my silence.

Just call us as their better half,
And keep our mouths shut up.

Regarded as someone else's property,
And a weight they have to carry.

Always have to adjust with others,
And undergo a lot of troubles.

Nobody to wipe off the tears,
And have to live with fears

Seen as an object of lust,
Don't even think how much it hurts

Judging me from my purity,
When the other half walk free.

Need to think of the society before a step,
You never know what might backlash.

Though burdened with full of liabilities,
We do it with unmatched fidelity

Saying the most beautiful object seems ironical,
After hearing the crimes, these claims seems hypothetical.

So,it is my small plea,
Just treat me a bit fairly,
And let me be free,
And let me be free!!!!

by,
Harsh Gupta,
me.


I have written this to highlight the problems faced by a woman in India.They have to go though a lot of hardships right from their birth.They are always treated inferior to men.And the most hurting thing is that they have more or less accepted to live with reality.
So,lets make a better place for the most beautiful creation of God  and help them live the life the way they want and not in the shackles of  the society.