I walk through chaos with calm in my veins,
Turning my losses into silent gains.
They talked behind, I faced the front,
Laughed at my pain, but I took the brunt.
Not built to break, I bend, I rise,
A phoenix born from burnt goodbyes.
I own my flaws like royal scars,
I chase my dreams and catch the stars.
No throne was given, I carved my seat,
Made my name on broken street.
Humble heart but eyes that glare,
No soul can shake this lions stare.
You judge the path, but not the pace,
I build my world, I run my race.
Let the storms come - I wear them proud,
I'm thunder wrapped inside a cloud.
~ Asim Baadshah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem! 'Turning my losses into silent gains' i'm going to read this again on my first day of school!
Thank you so much for your compliment.