A soul Lost Its Identity

In the world of warriors 

By being in darkness

Many are in search of happiness.

By guiding itself among unguided

Being to be pure among impure

A soul opened its eyes 

From the unbearable darkness

But it suffers to be in vision

And days passed it has been in.

In the world of blinds

still the struggle not ends                  

Though her trust remains 

But the world is unseen of it

When this world know it?

That lotus is beautiful

Not because it grows from mud

But, because it lives in mud

When this world differs its hardness?

That being untouched of it

Is not easiest

When her struggle ends!! & When her wait is worth!!