I’ve been broken, I am bruised,
I have shattered, I’ve been used.
I still stand tall, my head held high.
All odds against me, I still defy.
I am shakti, I am strong,
I stand alone amongst this throng.
Hurt me more, and you shall burn,
Careful!! Or next it’s your turn.
A rebel without a cause, I am not.
But my battles are mine, to tell you naught.
So I dorn my armour, this one more time,
And your judgement for, I care a dime.
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