Life Journey

Once I was a girl, with the whirl of Pearl, Now I am a girl, with the swirl of Hurl. Why just only me?Who suffer, From taking birth to facing the one who call me duffer. Why just only me? Who prefer silence, From talking with someone to facing the violence. Anything that comes to me lasts for few days, Still I am willing to get exposed to the happy life rays. Nearly I understand; Surviving is not a matter of gender, But it is a matter of tender. Facing failures is not a matter of weakness, But it is a matter of witness. You have to pick up yourself again, And fight for what you want to gain. You have to raise from the bottom of your failures, And show them you deserve something that is not in their flavors. You will definitely shine, if you understand my hearts rhyme.