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    • Mar 17
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A Fighter

By Sutikshan


Born not to please you,

Neither to be used,

Nor to serve before you,

Neither be looked down upon to.


I have my say ,

I have my way,

I have my choice ,

And have my rough voice !


Dare you hear me,

Else i don't repeat again,

Dare you leave my way ,

Else you get crushed enroute.





I don't bend ,

Neither i repent,

I live long,

The days may be any strong !


I don't forgive my enemies,

To enjoy the retreat,

Will show them their,

One of the best defeat !


My chest so high and chin so up,

My tongue only knows ,

Not to tell lie.


Although I cannot touch the sky,

But belive me that ,

No one can reach high,

Higher then my own desire !


I am made of a tough core,

That it will break all your doors,

To release you from shambles of slavery doors,

I am a fighter ,I love my desire !


By Sutikshan





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