A bud blooms against the storm,
Finding courage, finding form.
Once I feared the world, so wide,
Now I walk with faith as my guide.
Dreams once hidden start to gleam,
Life now flows like a living dream.
Every scar, a spark of grace,
Every fall, a step I face.
From the shadows, I have grown,
Made my heart my strongest throne.
Not a whisper, but a voice,
Turning pain into my choice.
I bloom with fire, hope, and light,
Rising higher through the night.
For every soul, the truth resumes
Life begins when a bud blooms!
By Komal Khapekar
DRB. Sindhu Mahavidyalaya