Who I am

I see this skinny girl,
short rough hair,
dark circles in her eyes,
such a thin thighs
but broader is her aim,
her aim, dream and goals
deeper is her thoughts
and softer is her heart
so many flaws
but perfect is her craft

Oh! No she’s no big artist
but she does believe
achieves what she aims
only then a relief
but she needs a shoulder
when things fall apart,
she tried so hard to hold,
hold, build and support
for every effort she makes
she does with all her heart
she will die one day,
alive will be her art

Broken, hurt and what not,
but revival is her strength,
and strength is in her bones,
deeper than that skinny surface
she has that courage,
courage to drag herself
she is not an average,
don’t be mistaken
with the reflection your eyes create
it’s just the visible light
her inner light shows victory,
victory on millions of fight

For sure, they broke her heart
but mind wouldn’t give up,
give up on her beauty,
beauty of her art
every time she loses,
she begins from the start,
not just from scratch
but experience and wound,
a wounded lioness, you know
bigger purpose she found
she is one achiever,
not just audience to clap
get ready to see the masterpiece,
this is just a scrap.