Like Dirt I Rise Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

Write me down
With your bitter,
twisted lies,
trod me in the very dirt
But still,
like dust, I'll rise.
Why are you
beset with gloom?
Because I walk like
I've got billions
No- like moon and sun,
Certainty of tides,
I'll rise.
You’ll not see me broken.
Shoulders falling down.
My haughtiness will offend you.
I laugh like I've got gold mines
Shoot me with your words,
Cut me with your eyes,
Kill me with your hatefulness,
Like air, I'll rise.