Though the world inflicted bleeding wounds,
You wavered not on the path you trod;
Though the world shut you up in a dark cell,
You lost not the sight of the dreams of the life;
Though the world abused and scorned your life,
You stepped not out from living in whole.
You played with stars, moved with galaxies
And breathed gale and swept clouds aside;
While the world pulled you to side-wings,
You walked like a colossus in the center-stage.
While the world threw scorns and disgrace on you,
It fell short and failed to stick;
While the world threw you to burning fire,
You rose from there shining brighter than ever.
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