Born in the storm
Abandoned by your parents
You grow older alone
Missing them, their love, care and affection
The world is bitter at you
It doesn’t care about your orphan archetype
It wants you to be ready at any cost
On the slippery roads of future
You are pricked by thorns of expectations
You bleed daily, yet you learn to remain calm
No other choice you have to satisfy your soul
Demand of survival looms larger
Let people stare at you
Wonder at your equanimity
Who are waiting to see the volatile you
Concoct a smile, walk down the road
Whisper to the darkness surrounding you
“I’m the prince of storms.”
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