The Making
Monday, December 02, 2019
I was all born a blank sheet,
I am what was filled,
All the forces were external,
All the resistance was me,
My wounds were tender,
The scratches are new,
But I’ve asked for a tougher back,
God has grasped the cue,
I could go ahead and whine,
Or claim what is mine,
The difference is attitude,
You may say that I’m rude,
I’ve just sowed the seeds,
Early for the fruits to ripe,
I have blood in my sweat,
Am not entitled enough for a wipe.
- Shishir
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