Forgotten by my society,
Me branded a monster,
Forgotten by my destiny,
Years back, a youngster.
Its not a dream, not even a tale,
Firmly held onto the grassy ground,
A day in my hand petrol in a purple bale,
And I knew I would never be found.
Darkest period of the night,
It was, with a group I thought right,
Tip-toed into our teacher's home,
We came to finalize, to set it ablaze.
Wails, yells, groans I heard,
Trembling with fear I grew mad,
Helter-skelter paced hard, ran hard,
Nowhere to go, not even a yard.
Then came a furious crowd,
Loud and rowdy, emotions sad,
Unable to say, not even a word,
Beaten, I was left for the dead.
Every now that seems lost,
Never give up, no matter what cost,
Every obstacle that seems high,
Fold sleeves, give a second try,
Everyday is a chance to do better,
Take my advice, you youngster,
For the world ain't a place to discover.
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