Girls

Girls.. They're everywhere.
In every glance and in every stare.
They're in your face, They're in your mind.
They're in your field of vision all the time.

Suppressed for ages, now fighting for space.
Like the lost and found part of the human race.

Girls are so loud and yet surprisingly shy.
In the midst of a crowd they could catch your eye.
With subtle signs and sleeveless shirts.
Flattering laughs and mini skirts.

Risen to all glory, now caught confused;
Between feminine grace and feminist views.

Girls.. they’re perfectionist freaks.
For the right shade of clothes they could walk for weeks.
Endless discussions over which dress to choose.
Which belt to wear with which pair of shoes.

Finding eternal peace in constant materialistic buying.
You cant shop for happiness, but they'd rather die trying.

Girls.. they’re graceful in everything they do.
And they’re all beautiful, yeah even the ugly ones too.
They could never keep a secret; they’ll always kiss and tell.
They would giggle over nothing and everything else as well.

Without them, our planet would brave a different face.
It’d be a quieter and cheaper, but a highly sadder place.

- Siddharth. R. Warrier