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SHE- THE SURVIVOR



She- The Survivor

She ain't fragile nor robust but a Survivor,

For she is fighting an inner battle with herself at dusk

and with the world at dawn.

Her life is no less than that of a movie script,

Which if released, would be a blockbuster hit,

And no one could play a better character ever

except Her.

She weeps every night tired, dejected and perplexed,

In despair she leads her life.

At times, she do feels like giving up

Putting an end to every worst situations of her life.

But the next day, she rises again like pure sunshine

And asks herself -"Why do I cry so much? 

I am not someone who easily give ups in life".

Gathering all courage and strength 

She heads towards the sunshine ,

All set to confront the challenges, obscurities and 

hindrances of her life.

With a sweet li'l smile ,

She faces the world and so called humans, 

whose actions are absolutely inhumane.

She pretends to be alright faking a smile,

Walks as if the world is her runway

But little does the world knows

About the pain she is hiding behind.

She is too good in faking her not so real side with her smile,

For she fears opening up to Fake people,

who pretend Best to be so Real. 

She fears Fake Humans,

She fears Fake Friends,

who seem to be so Genuine and so Real,

But are absolutely Inhumane.



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