THE FIGHT

My heart, the first casualty of my ideals,
My burning eye cradle the tears,
I stood by what I felt, and faced
What my heart asked me to follow,
With tears rolling down my cheeks,
I am trying to pacify my emotions,
The anger or the fear that is building up
The loneliness keeps swelling up.
But, like a fighter I have to stand,
With smile on my lips, and
Stubbornness in my eyes,
I know I will do it, as I have always done,
I know I will fight, with me other than none.
-Noor