the passion exploded and i was created
i was hardly pulled and separated
from a womb that belonged to a woman
that later i called her mother
a nervously standing man
in a corner full of cans
biting his nails thinking of a way to ban
my hopeful dreams that i was being fed
by shining stars while i was little in bed
i dreamt about having a role
to end hunger and hug the lonely souls
i dreamt about changing lives
and mend all the broken hearts
but as soon as my feet hit the ground
i was lost and completely stripped
of all the reasons to be happy
the reasons to stay sane and steady
each year passes and i gain tiny drops
drops of tearful agonies but somehow
i saw an edge of the brightest mountain
waiting for me to open the curtains
let the hopeful rays light the gloomy room
and burn those who said you can’t bloom