Fallen deep;

Burnt heavy;
Frozen much;
Shaken more;
Defeated though;
Broken severe;
Yet I desire
To try again.
With blames on backbone,
Not a helping hand.
With arms that pull down,
Not words rising up.
With path leading nowhere,
Not the one ridden everywhere.
With thorns in feet,
Not a flower to receive.
With the world against me,
Not a being backing me.
With a far away destiny,
Not with a surety.
Yet I wanna climb,
Yet l wanna grow,
Yet I wanna cherish;
I’m a fool with dream.
Written by: Kavya Jawahar, First year, Production Engineering.