CARVED WITH IDIOSYNCRASY!
I ain't the teenage-butterfly with lavish wings of freedom,
I am a firefly
That ought to burn and bring light
To the dark lives of poor parents..
I wanted to trace the galaxies in my canvas board..
I wanted to keep penning my magnanimous musings on paper..
I wanted to enlighten and lead the hoi polloi to a brighter tomorrow..
But then,
I can only trace the silhouetted figures of my parents,burning in the fire of dearth!
I can write,only with the blood oozing out of hearts in poverty!
With my future being a mystical dark path,whose future am I to illuminate?
I am the one who had been trying to earn since 8,
To save her parents from plight!
I am a flower that ought to keep its foot on the ground
To sustain life!
I am the one getting torn between the sky and the soil...
......
Oh gullible people! How can I write such sad, shoddy odes?
I ain't the girl who is acquiescent to life's pickles!
I am the Queen who conquers anything that she wishes!
I ain't the rosy cheek,dimple chin
I'm the stout heart,quick mind!
My face is moonbeam,
That glitters and flashes
With scintillating rays of smile
Glistening evermore!
My cheeks get wet
But only with sweat!
You might see me teary or crestfallen,
Not once in your lifetime!
I ain't a girl who engages in woolgathering!
I sip from a bottle brimming with gushing goals
My brain is a volcano that erupts
With magma of stupefying creativity!
You might be dreaming,
If you say you've seen it dormant!
I ain't Cinderella who waits for a fairy to provide frocks and shoes!
I am Jane Eyre who knows how to build life from nothing!
I don't belong to the acquiescent shepherd!!
I am the bellwether
That mentors its followers with heuristic approach!
I pen,I paint,
I earn,I learn,
I'm a bustling bee
That quaffs every drop of honey,
From the flower of time!
I can uplift,
I can inspire,
I can illuminate black hearts filled with angst!
I ain't a petty,pretty flower
That fades with time's despicable seconds..
I am the Phoenix that rises from fire
And flies perpetually,giving rainbows to the world!
I ain't the juvenile princess,waiting for a rescuer,
I am the Queen who can save the kingdom and herself,
From becoming prey to life's odds!!!
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