To be one like you,
Is the wildest dream on my mind.
But waiting,
For long lost chances,
For those who would never come,
Are my prized memories.
Everytime fate crushed me,
I held on and bled.
Everytime I tried to listen,
The leaden silence deafened me.
Everytime I wanted rainbows,
Rain of tears filled my soul.
Walls of orphanage plucked my heart,
Empty stomachs reigned my nights.
Taunting words and mocking looks,
Bore deep into my heart.
But,
Hope is still alive,
Giving courage to hang on.
Like a forlorn dancer,
On stage,To play my awful part,
Unaware of rung down curtains,
Even in this theatre of my soul.
Had no chance to fly,
Had no colorful coat,
An unfortunate chrysalis, Am I
Metamorphosis giving no life.
Note: My first ever published poem...
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