By Juairia Hossain
I am young, yet the fire burns bright,
They doubt my steps, they mock my flight.
Too small, too soon, they laughed, they swore,
But I walked ahead and asked for more.
Through sleepless nights, through silent pain,
Through dreams that bled in endless rain.
Alone I stood, alone I cried,
Yet never once let dreams subside.
They turned away, they called me weak,
Now they return, their voices bleak.
Not with scorn, but laced with spite,
For I dared to chase my light.
Once they sneered—"You’ll never rise,"
Now they watch with jealous eyes.
For age they mocked, now age they fear,
The path was hard, but I am here.
A wise voice whispered, firm yet kind,
"Hard roads are short, but test the mind.
If you endure, if you push through,
No force on earth can hinder you."
And so I walk, unchained, unbowed,
No need for praise, no fear of crowd.
For every scar, for every fight,
Has carved my soul in fearless light.
Juairia Hossain is an undergraduate student of English Language and Literature at the Department of English, Northern University Bangladesh. She is passionate about writing and regularly contributes to various online newspapers and magazines.
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