Bend/Break/Mould/Shake

They wanted me to bend and break,

They wanted me the mould and shape,

Into something they liked,

Into something they could despise,

But little did they know,

I woke up with zero tolerance policy,

To bend,

Or break,

To be moulded,

Or shaped,

Like I'm a piece clay,

For them to play,

So I became rigid,

Like a rock,

And fossilized everything they used,

To bend,

Or break,

To mould,

Or shake,

Leaving indents,

On my skin,

Deeper than they can think.

In another world:

chaar kadam chal le mere saath,

kuch keh, kuch sunn,

kuch bol, kuch bata,

kuch hass, thoda mujhe hasa,

itne dino ki khamoshi ko,

ek pal ke liye de bhula,

fir shuru karte hai,

chaar kadam chal fir chalte hai..