Vishakha

If it\'s for my win

Collecting the pieces of my being wherever I go

Detangling the threads of raw emotions I never saw

Though, invincible, as they kept on growing more

The route for the unreachable even opened up the door

The wave of windy storm still caressing my face

Showing me how to keep up with my composed facade

I kept a hold on myself for a show

As that keeps the contender\'s head low