Join our hands - A book of poems on Unity

Who Am I?

Her head was held high with her positivity and smile

She wasn't afraid to work and hard and go even a mile

However, inside was a heart - beat and fear of the shadow

Her life that is being built but the puzzle pieces are all blurry meadow

Love, life, all of this that she contemplates in

Making the best with all she has but still growing a fin

So "come out" the voice whispers inside her

"Speak up!" and be yourself, not boring right my dear!

Those hawk- like judgemental eyes staring in the dept of her soul

Overwhelming her with feeling of the need to be "perfect" and godlike in this world

And so here she comes, ready to be true to herself in this society

The one that constantly pushes you to be them, and you are unsteady

So there she sparked, and became more of herself everyday

Suddenly, "Don't be like that!" look of disgust, so how can she reveal to say?

Doomed, doomed, doomed

Dooomed, doomed doomed.