In a war of love and hate,
My life left trusting faith,
and I was defeated by venom of tongue,
which damaged my heart as painful as scorpions stung.
I had noting to loose nothing to gain,
my heart was filled with nothing but atrocious pain ,
Lot of frantic fears surrounded my brain
which gave me a insolent cane,
Thinking how much of it I should bear,
my eyes couldn't stop its tears,
It was very painful for me as I was defeated by no one but my own dears....
but,
I became a warrior fighting from the biggest enemy of my life choosing a mighty weapon to defeat it called silence,
because I knew I cannot ensue anything with violence.....
I won and made a deal with pain
which said break,
my heart thousand times or more
It will make it strong from no where but its core....