Standing in the arena of the champions,
With a broken sword and a defeated face!
The Crowd shouted,
"why don't give up don't you know that you are a loser??"

I replied,
I know that I'm fallen but I refuse to give up!
I may get defeated time and again,
But I'll make sure that victory isn't that much Easy for you either!

What it means to be a poet??

To turn your fears into poetry,
To turn your sorrow into words,
To learn how to remember,
And to learn how to forget!

I can handle the daytime
But nights completely destroys me,
Because nights were mine,
But all my dreams belonged to her!

And what I felt
Beneath my chest
Was not a heartbeat.

It was a roar.

A roar of thousand lions
Telling me to rise again!