Would have lived a life more fulfilling than being lost astray.
Dreamed a lot of becoming someone with social standing.
But little did I know this world loves only perfect landing.
Through with texture of multiple sadness.
I know my quest isn't real that it is a madness.
Being broken wasn't I was looking forward to.
Even the merciless herd of these deaf people bid me adieu.
Scars were the only trophy I could acquire.
Left me with this unsatisfying thirst for more desire.
I couldn't span my wings to flaunt my glory.
Because for royals my methods weren't holy.
My ideas were my only weapon.
The path I chose and the things I did where meant to happen.
In the battle field of right and wrong.
I chose the metal that made me strong.
Whether I fly or I die but I know by this my name will live on.
- Kajal Panwar
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