The journey I began,
From my native land.
Working for the betterment,
As much as I can.
aaaaaaa
Getting up every day to try something new,
People out there just want to get you sued.
Penetrating eyes of hatred,
and I can’t overcome as of now.
aaaaaaa
Striving to death every night,
and the next morning new me is born.
The better version of me go there,
but child inside me is still scared.
aaaaaaa
Why so ruthless why so rude,
this dilemma always pushes me through.
Double faced people at every stand,
what they want are only grands.
aaaaaaa
But then I see a new born now,
innocence pouring out all smile and no frown.
But he’ll go in that world again,
and his mean game will begin.
aaaaaaa
In every clock I see a death,
death of rights and freedom.
But in every second the God is born,
bringing the innocence back instead.
-Amber Mishra
