A vagabond piece of paper

A little tramp scribbled nothings on me, learning to write
Spotted me later with the meat ball gravy and crumbs of pie
Before I could try, to clean myself and let out a sigh,
I was rolled mercilessly into a clod and thrown away with all the might.

I was a spotless white sheet of paper
But now feel nothing less than a leper
Flying away from one window to another
Trying to survive with as much strength I can gather

Things got worse, as I got stuck beneath a small stone
And it began to rain making me sweat and cry alone
Suddenly a cheerful cherub picked me overjoyed in the rain
Straightened me and turned me into a boat, simple and plain

The kind bairn also set me free in a stream of river
And I embarked on the journey a little afraid letting a quiver
The trail was remarkable emblazoned with the beautiful sights,
And the carefree wind pushed me through as the guiding light

I sail now smiling, a vagabond piece of paper
That got turned by destiny into an indomitable caper
Sailing with an attitude, using my guts to get the direction
I am on an endless adventure taking even my end to perfection.

- Roushni Singh

Invictus- My favorite poem, awe-inspiring, my strength.

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.



-William Ernest Henley