The fight

It was a fight right from the beginning of my life;
The fight to win;
The fight to prevent from being mooed and booed down;
The fight to get myself being heard in the crowd;
The fight to stand out in the crowd and prove my identity.

The fight continues from the morning till night. 
The fight is against people I know;
The fight is against the people I do not know;
The fight is for the people against whom I fight;
The fight is to stand beside what I feel is correct;
The fight is to stand by the cause I feel is true;
The fight is for the belief that I strongly believe in
Despite being called stubborn and arrogant,
Despite getting isolated...desolated and deserted....

The fight sometimes gets ugly
The fight sometimes leaves me badly bruised inside
The fight leaves a scar
The fight brings out the anger, the restlessness from within
The fight takes time out of my precious life
.
I fight with others;
I fight with myself.

The fight with the world inside;
The fight is between morality and temptation;
The fight is between the struggle and short-cut to success;
The fight is between being true to my conscious and giving it a slip;
The fight is between the GOD and evil inside.



I fight for existence
I fight to breathe, to drink, to eat, to love....
To be loved.
I seem to fight every single moment of my life.


Whereas, all I wanted is some peace.