Guest Author -Ayushman Singh Jamwal
Don’t let my smile deceive you,
I know who I am, I know what I can do,
Behold vast wings, just beyond my hair’s caress,
You wonder why you’re confused, let me confess,
I am a conqueror, and I wear a pretty dress.
Boiling blood of beasts, the appetite of savages,
Eyes lining my skin, I hear the rattling of cages,
Yet, I drink to my freedom, I savour my bliss,
I am ready, they will fear my fearlessness,
I am a conqueror, and I wear a pretty dress.
My love undefined, my taste unrefined,
My gaze undemure, my yearning perilously pure,
No contrived clocks, no fate under duress,
In bed or battlefield, I seek only my heart’s excess,
I am a conqueror, and I wear a pretty dress.
No idle faith in my fragile veins,
Strength and beauty are mine, not my bane,
Even as I bleed, I don’t walk on my knees,
I only forge empires above their simple heads,
I am a conqueror, and I wear a pretty dress.
Scarred and reborn every day,
Silent, powerful by my will, my way,
A spirit branded alien, but no more than human,
As I transcend your mind, you only witness,
I am a conqueror, and I wear a pretty dress.
