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I was just this girl living my life

As naïve, as spartan, as real as it gets-

In the walls of my house and city streets

Of what I call home.



I used to sit on the roof on late evenings

When all is done and gone-

Feel the cool dusty breeze on my face

And stare at the early waking of stars.



Somehow I felt drawn out there.

Somewhere. Sometime.

To where, to what, by whom-I don’t know.

But I strongly believe in the wonders of dreams.



Never once I thought that beyond the cityscape,

The seas and confinement of limitations,

A new world is evolving…or perhaps it’s old

But here comes a new vision.



Somebody knew what I am capable of.

He who understands my ‘wirings’

Sent me on a mission greater than lacks,

Chances, fear, diversities- NO BUTs.



No, not even the great seas could oppose,

Not bomb threats, coup de etat, or martial laws,

Not even the greatest of dreams on hold,

Or even plans of good deeds foretold.



Once it was said that: “Man plans and God laughs.”

Is this battle even my own?

Yet let me grow in His confidence

And be the reason for His joy.

  

And He that is known became bolder.

In a place where He is proclaimed less.

It is never about boundaries, gender, or race.

“Just Do It,” when you’re given the grace.



Standing on the cliff, watching the star’s vastness.

As naïve, as spartan, as real as it gets-

Will I be here now and estranged tomorrow?

“You’ll be ready when you are.”



Packing my bag with all I have:

Faith, Courage, Love, Hope, Joy,

Knowledge and my sword of Freedom-

Smiling at the sunrise beyond, “I am.”