Can You believe...

What they told me 
That I wouldn't make it
That I wasn't good enough 
That I was nothing
They tried to keep me down
They tried to smother my spirit 
But I always knew 
That my heart was telling the truth 
That something better awaited 
For every dark night I closed my eyes to 
I found it replaced with a bright day
For all the sorrows I endured
Were washed away by joys
Sprouting from my toils 
Eclipsing my pains 
Reenforcing my gains 
Till I was firm, rooted tree
So all I ask is... 
Can you believe? 
. 
Haidarwali 202005202317hrs

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