She is a story, unsaid She is a poetry, unsung She is history, unread She is a scenery, unobserved She is glossary, unnoticed She is bravery, uncelebrated. She is a voice, unheard She is a feeling, undesired She is laughter, unappreciated She is beam, unilluminated. She is questionnaire, unsolved She is a dare, unchallenged She …
I’m.. Because…
I'm the happiest to carry my identity, I'm the bravest to continue to be myself, I'm the prettiest to carry a dusk of aging, I'm the toughest to carry the dawn of being childish, I'm the softest to take corner in your heart, I'm imaginary when I am not real, I'm unique 'like everyone else …
Rashmi Mishra 
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