Survivor And Warrior

Being an infant

In my mother's big abdomen

I heard all the screams of our kinsfolk,

Drafting for my demise before my existence

Into a world I desired of merrily inhabiting.

I kept on questioning mother with a knock

That, is the world so cruel?

" Yes ! " was her reply.


Being a kid

After a long voyage with barriers

That mother erected for escorting me out,

I was often given pessimistic speadbreakers

In the path leading to my magical fairytales,

Crowded with robust desires and hopes

By letting me hear to the same idioms

A girl can't dream!


Being a teenager

I was compelled to seal my soft lips

When shades of black was embraced,

Whenever I was harassed, left torn apart for

Just being who I desire to be and that's a girl.

My heart was made fragile with scars

Engulfing my anatomy and edges of

The mind cramped with fantasy.


Being a survivor

After hastening eclipse o'clocks

And threats of being a deceased epitome

I approached with a revival for fabricating

My fragmented pieces of fragile core with

adhesive tapes of courage and strength,

Being the ink in my torn folios I

Perpetually swirled with hopes.


Being a warrior

I devastated the evil facades

Veiling in the corners of dark alleys

And elevated views against the sapiens who

Tortured her in mother's gigantic cute womb.

Girl who resided in edge of vacated room

Smiled when she left her anxiety and

woke as the only Crown.


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