A Journey Through Shadows
I was born in a valley cloaked by hills,
Where the rivers whispered ancient thrills.
A landlocked cradle, backward and bound,
Where dreams seemed buried beneath the ground.
Barefoot, I trod on jagged stone,
The path to knowledge my heart’s lone tone.
Clothes were sparse, a uniform my pride,
A fragile armor where hopes would hide.
In the school’s embrace, I found my meals,
WFP wheat, humble yet real.
Jute sacks cradled my weary frame,
Under stars that seemed to call my name.
Each step was heavy, each day a fight,
Battling shadows to reach the light.
But I held steadfast, my spirit unbent,
Through storms of hardship, I quietly went.
From kindergarten’s timid call,
To a doctorate that defied it all.
The odds were steep, the road unfair,
Yet I climbed, though the world seemed unaware.
Now I stand, with lessons sewn,
From a past that shaped the seeds I’ve sown.
Though sorrow lingers, triumph is clear,
A story of grit that draws us near.
So hear this tale, of struggle and grace,
Of a soul that rose from a humble place.
May it kindle courage in every heart,
To rise, to endure, to never part.
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