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Conqueror in a Pretty Dress

-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.

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