‘Yes, am a warrior,
At the dawn of the new age –was I born;
And fighting till the last ounce of my might,
Ahead, onto destiny shall I storm!
I wield my emotions as my armor,
And the weapon of silent ignorance –firmly in my arms do I hold;
Barging ahead onto the line of fire,
I let yet another legacy unfold.
In my foresight, lies a battlefield,
Smear’d with a tragedy so tragic an’ cold;
Of men, women and children,
Whose dignity –in dollar a dime were sold!
They ain’t hitting me with bullets,
Oh no! Nor grenades neither swords;
Only mere gossips, rumors an’ small talks,
But trust me, it does hurt a lot!
Sometimes, I do think of hitting back,
Of returning a blow by a blow;
But I do know –an eye for an eye ends up makin’ everyone blind,
So, ne’er will I let myself stoop to standards so low!
Hence, holding my head high with wounded dignity,
And my proud soul, ripped by sarcastic knives,
Wearing each scar as a badge of honor,
Shall I walk this walk of life!