Unnamed

On a bright sunny day
When I look back to scratch
The stories from past,
I see a different glow around
The corner of my little heart.
The society, concatenated with
Several flaws, prejudices and stereotypes
Wasn't able to defeat my stubborn dreams.
It sets my spine to numerous chills
When I visualize my past battling
With all the repugnant situation
To give wings to my goals.
Opulence of barriers,
Exaggeration of criticisms,
Abundance of remarks
Audacity to question my existence,
Everything which crossed my paths
Tempted me to build a solider castle
Of desires for an adamantine longevity
Of my perseverance, peace & prosperity.
The door of consciousness breaks
The shackles of worm-eaten orthodoxes.
One day my shadow will be omitted,
I won't be giving anymore to this puzzled earth,
& divinity will take me to the extremity of victory.
My victory, a synonym of an aubade, will be cherished for ages
& will serve folks the ambrosia of freedom
& wisdom in a frantically adorned diseased society.

~ ©storytellersuchismita