Women!!!

She's freaky, she's fussy, she's funky, she's flimsy, she's feeble, she's flexy 

She's all that is imperfect. Yet there is a beauty in her imperfection. She is a waning moon— a crescent, incomplete yet charmingly bright. 

She cries,she cribs, she complains, she condemns, she contradicts. She does all that is insignificant. Yet there is a beauty in her insignificance. She is a phoenix— burns itself and rises out of its own ashes. Highly unpredictable to estimate. 

She, the woman, the multi tasking juggler, an early bird— wakes up, does chores at home, flies out seeking her share of bread, finally comes back home, seeking refuge. 

This routine never ends despite some thoughtless people pelting her with their stones of criticism. 

It's time to correct even Shakespeare, for he once wrote "Frailty thy name is women" instead it has to be, "Resilience thy name is women"