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Ruban Daniel, 22COMB56 Department of Commerce (UG), Kristu Jayanti College, Autonomous |
I won’t ask, why me?
But it’s always me.
Born stubborn, unshaken,
Waking fingers to a bright new start,
Rising high, only to crash like a tide,
A quick sprint to keep up the race.
They say I lost,
Yet that’s the ground where I claim my win.
They say I’m alone,
Blowing winds of sympathy,
Trying to frame my loss in their gaze.
But still, the wind carries my name—
And with it, a victory.
She walks in like a melody,
Soft, sweet, almost mine.
Until I whisper her name—
And at the sound of love, she runs,
Taking my hope with her.
The roar of time chases me,
No one stops to stare.
The echoes of my footsteps, the rounds I’ve run,
Lead me to dig a pit—
A grave called death.
And I ask, why me?
But it is always me.