who i am ?


I don't know what i was ,even i don't know what i will,
But the fact and the myth ,i know who i am ,
I am a girl.
Who is completely sorrrounded by the fire of
descrimination and deprivation.
Begging for respect in front of others
is my only occupation.
Partiality is spreading like an amazon fire,
Smoke is all over and tough to respire.
Wanna to lift high and high in the sky,
But everytime people cut my wings so that i can't fly.
Roaming like an orphane in the deserted street,
Making designs on sand with my bare's feet.
Crawling here and there in search of my architect,
Who could design an isolated paradise for me, infact.
Alone in the terra , exploring my strength,
Fuffing people snatched my breath.
Because I am a girl , eyes filled with tears.

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