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Scars Faded

Like a drop that forms in cloud,
I came in existence and the culture was proud;
Within my pride were diverse resource, heritage and culture,
Little did I know I was eyed by volt of vultures;
Though not dead they feasted on me and my people.

But in heat the coal turned to diamond,
For I started the journey to become strengthened;
The huts turned to houses,
The colts became horses;
For like the days gone the new are just marvelous.

With sustainability as its aim,
With no one there to tame;
Like those who took us for savages,
We taught them how to salvage;
For this is the era where individual will be hunted,
But if stood together we are the hunters.

The destructed can only be recovered by rebuilding,
Here we are keeping our wheels spinning;
For once I was called the Golden Bird,
And this is the story where till eons be heard.

Amanjot Kaur
B.A(Economics) Sem 1