misfit wanderers lost in their dreams
collecting broken pieces
gluing them with words.

masters in the art of being faceless
singing the songs
of the unheard.

silent souls affected in tragic ways
seeking a painful solace
drowning themselves in the flood.

From times immemorial,
We have dreamt ,
Carved ourselves,
The crown of grace.

A little girl walks today,
With big dreams and passion.
A women of tomorrow,
With power and ambition.

Great things does she,
From wisdom to the heart.
Not only the vessel of mankind,
But also the anchor of life.

Bound by society,
Trying to free her wings
Balancing truth with conformities
Leaving her hung like a child on a swing.

Torn by expectations,
Each piece a clue to her mind
Ragged in clothes not hers, but theirs
Bearing with them, of her, no sign.

Leaving it, she'd attempted,
'Integrate', they said
'Lose yourself, to join us'
They could've said instead.