She was sitting alone in the back,
In one hand she had cigarette in the other its pack.
Its not that she is dangerous,
Its just that she is furious.
Scared of the hidden faces,
Amazed by the unknown places.
Tired of the society,
Sick of her unwanted anxiety.
Once who was full of life,
Is now struggling to even strive.
What changed her perspective,
What made her so selective.
It was the judgement and the looks.
It was the feeling of always being on the hook.
People ask whats wrong with her
Hate her because she is different than the others.
What they didn't realised is that it was them,
Who made her drown even when she could swim.
But here she is fighting against the odd,
Doing whats right no matter what she's told.
She might seem weak today,
She might get hurt by what say.
But she will be stronger tomorrow,
When she will rise above her sorrows.
That day she will conquer the world,
And everyone will regret their meaningless words.
-Muskaan Bahl
