Polite Defiance

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What am I?

A force unstoppable

Or a courage unsubduable

Oh yes! Don’t you see

How many times you made me fall

And I kept collecting my pieces

All in an empty hall

And, here I stand again

Yet, this time

For my most triumphant fall

Not to take a single criticism from anyone

Nor to accept defeat until I’ve won

This tiny contest of mine

And thus my resolve

                                                        -VAISHALI


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