There my mind was,
Thinking about my pain,
When the whole earth was,
Happy with the first rain.

Everytime I thought,
I can be happy,
Everytime my heart brought,
A painful sting in my nappy.

They thought books can be everything,
I am cold and feeling less,
But they never thought anything,
That could make me warm and thoughtful.

Why am I living?
The only question struck in my mind,
Do they even care?
Showering painful tears of a kind.

Maybe just because,
I think I have a chance,
Maybe just because,
I am dwelling on the last hope in my hands.

I can be free and independent,
My mind says,
No! You are too weak to be dependent,
My heart says.

Out of the these two voices,
I chose myself,
Because I have many choices,
To prove myself.

I won't dwell in my pain,
Just to show them who I am,
I will do things using my heart and brain,
And show that anyone can.

If I try,
I may show this world who I am,
If I cry,
I will show this world how they change their names.

Did they just think,
That they can force me?
Lemme give them the hint,
They can't push me.

I am my fate,
I am my luck,
No one can enter this gate,
Because I won't give them a fuck.

------------POET UNKNOWN

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Poet unknown