By Soumya Sachdeva
While the world always looked for her faults,
She found her own perfections.
While the world detested her pride,
She called it self respect.
While the world hated her arrogance,
She called it her laser focus.
While the world laughed at her failures,
she built her own success.
While the world talked behind her back,
She created new paths and new friends.
While everyone joked at her choices,
She created a vision board.
While the world thought she was lucky,
It was her blood that she shed in her sweat.
While the world made her aware of her limitations,
She set a higher goal.
While the world rejected simple things,
She knew not to judge a book by its cover.
While the world watched her fail miserably,
She again and again stood up.
While the world thought she couldn't,
She moulded herself in burning coal,
The light over there:
That's the diamond like light
From her soul.
By Soumya Sachdeva