To the lonely souls
to the fallen self
to the holding backs
to the confined rooms
to the closed windows
to the closed doors of opportunities
to the orthodox world
to the uncertainties of life
to the stares
And to the questioning glares
to the looking down
to the smirks of satire
to the irony of fate
to the gilded dreams
a cheer of my dare
a cheer of my favourite song
a cheer of my courage
a cheer I won’t go down
cause the greater the thrust
the greater the buoyancy I hold
maybe Archimedes principle working through
maybe the elasticity of stubbornness
to revive and get what One deserve
seems greater than your pushing down
no, I am not a fighter
no, I am not a wrestler
but a survivor
a warrior’s blood raging
No, I am not a winner
I am a struggler
wishing to thrive and strive
to only merely survive
lucky to survive
but daring to fly high