Aayushi's Unbiased Opinion

 I'm ready, Dad, for duty's call,  No fear, no doubt, I stand so tall.  You've taught me well, to serve and fight, To be courageous, bold, and bright.  So be proud of me, though tears may fall, For I serve my country, answering the call. Thirty-six hours, I stood my ground, But exhaustion's weight began to pound. In the seminar, my eyes did close, A darkness crept, a chilling dose.  I cried for you, my guiding star, To shield me from the terrors near. I fought with all my might, I swear, But darkness conquered, the despairing air. They tore my skin, my sight they took,  The precious gift you gave, forsook. You'll find me broken, Dad, I know,  But let no sorrow in your heart grow. I battled till the end, with all my might,  Now seek justice, Dad, with all your might. Not for lessons, not for gain,  But justice pure, to ease my pain.  No lessons for girls or boys, I plead, Just justice, Dad, a righteous deed.

What is happiness? I ask myself time and again, Yet, no answer brings satisfaction, no solace eases the strain. Am I even happy? I cannot truly say, Restlessness stirs within me, in a mind gone astray. Memories linger, refusing to fade, Body and soul, in turmoil, an endless charade. In moments alone, I ponder and muse, Is it possible to live with myself, to never again lose? Some days, survival is all I can achieve, Happiness feels distant, hard to perceive. My work is my anchor, my duality's art, In the love for my job, I forget my heart. No tears left to shed, only pain remains, August, a month of grief, endless chains. I’ve lost those I cherished, dear souls now gone, In their absence, I carry on, forlorn. Cry, they tell me, but tears do not fall, A dry well of sorrow, a silent call. Will letting go bring peace, will memories be erased? In this storm of panic, I yearn for a safe place. Who will end this pain, teach me to sail, To navigate life’s tempest, to no longer wail? Happi...