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A Rebel ?

A rebel is what you call,
A fighter is what I prefer,
The most important thing of all
Is that the qualities don't differ,

To stand for what I believe,
To look at people leave,
It does break my heart for a while
But more than that it brings about a smile,
For it exposes the real ones
And the cruel ones,
And along it brings enlightenment to my soul,
And peace to my mind,
To be able to find 
A part of me in all,

To be alive and willing,
To be thoughtful and thinking,
To be educated and building,
To be sensible and helping,

Life is a game
Battlefield, if you will,
To come out alive 
Is the mildest of will,
Injuries do pain,
But can never over-power the gain,

I wish this human race
Condemned the norms 
And started off believing
In possibilities and forms.

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  1. Your choice of words and the flow of poem are excellent… keep writing!! Your talent for poetry is truly remarkable…. Loads of love .. Puji 💞

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    1. Thanks a lot Puju 💖💖 means so much!✨

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