At the dawn, I stand by the window pane,
Thinking about the miseries and the pain.
The dreams I had drawn were all right,
But now wiping my tears, I write.
Whom I thought would be my knight,
Left me all dark like a night.
He broke the meaning of our,
Pulling myself up, was the need of hour.
Revisiting my past leaves me a void hole,
Life has to move on as a whole.
Without turning behind, I forged ahead and won,
I battled to prove my worth to every one,
There were many back talks and stares,
Against all I made way to climb the success stairs.
A galore of welcome applause I hear,
Now without fear I dwell here.
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