I learned the first step
Knocking with my fist
I waited at the doorstep
They were my support
The jury of my court
My future, my nurturers
But the knocking fist is banging now
And am still waiting at the doorstep
I am a part of you I shouted
Then why are you blinded-
To my pains and feelings ,
While it is not the same for my sibling
I want answers to my agony
All I wanted from you
was a proof of my existence,
I added meekly
Please open the door
Don’t let me drown
Help me come to the shore
I am as yours
As the rest of them’
I can give you more
More than the others claim
Let me into your beliefs
I will be the happiest
Even if for you
I will have to climb cliffs
Please look at me
I am capable and I am deserving,
Not of your hatred
Neither of your undermining
One day I will be the happiest
I will be the richest
I will be successful
I will be blissful
Even if you will deny
For the rest of your lives
I will still be touching heights.
So don’t you abhor,
Don’t you let the winner stand alone!!!
Written by - Ritika Patel
