A Solitary Fight - Poem by Roshni Menon
Remembering my childhood,
A child walking alone in the streets of sorrow,
From a past that always tends to follow,
Hope fills up my empty spaces,
Broken dreams take me to distant places.
Sorrow, I cannot fence that in,
It is like holding back the wind.
A silhouette figure-might be my father, who said,
“Little baby, don't you cry,
Everything's gonna be alright.”
After that he went on, and I was left alone,
To fight my own fight.
Walking alone, no one there to hold my hand,
No one there to understand.
The world now accepts what I write,
Because I fought for my dreams and won the fight.
(A poem written by my friend Kevin.I thought it really nice to put something here for him, as hes not a member)
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