Chucked by this world it tread aimlessly,
lonely and exasperated squatting in the arid wilderness.
What should happen was a puzzle hounding it unanswered
Was this all? O! it wasn't created for a fall;
It is a Phoenix-never to be demeaned.
Alas!the time of hibernation over
It will have new wings to fly
high enough to reach the sky.
All who wounded will be astounded
to see it reign in aristocracy.
Though no peacock with distinct beauty,
no more frail, but majestic with charisma;
Shedding out old feathers this sturdy bird,
rises and shines undeterred,
making all enemies its footstool.
Trample all who disparaged and belittled you,
soar and prosper with dignity and valour.
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