Child of soil

 Child of soil

~Miss A


How could I let my self esteem grow,

When I know I have been registered as a child of soil.

Read somewhere a ravishing quote, 

That women take after thier mother's but men don't. 


But I guess I'm tough too, for I take after neither,

Rather I take after the shadows lurking in the dark.

Might they be sceptical, might they be the host of my jury,

But whatever it is, it will be a mistake by self, not agony.


I'm not scared by heights, neither am I of depth,

But I am getting taken back by the way rage emerges.

I've never seen such emotion in my eyes, 

For I am a chaser of dreams, not a taker of hatred.


I heard hate swallows you, doesn't seem like a bluff,

I have always tried to be liberal, but stones do pluck.

Hoping this was all, but sadly hope still lingers,

I'm a practitioner of silence, didn't you see me glimmer.


I taught love, but in a way that only demands tears,

Where I'd rather tie my tongue with a ribbon.

I crave it all, and I would dedicate my all,

But it seems I won't be able to contribute in the inauguration.


Wish you all smiles, that's the wish I always give,

Where are my well wishers, why am I deprived?

But it's okay, I'll remember and yet care,

For pain is known as the best motivation today.


Where I belong I won't questions anymore,

Lying in the soil, pushed or soil, a child of soil I define.

I would try not to recreate the rageful eyes,

Holding back every word, drunk in silence. 



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