Manisha Sultaniya
They called her dusky, ugly, and thin,
Their cruel words dug deep within.
Depression wrapped its arms around her,
Self-love felt lost, too far to stir.
With the same weight, she walked to college,
Hid in the last row, craving knowledge.
Laughter echoed, the taunts ran wild,
She wept in silence—an unseen child.
At gatherings, she stood alone,
A nameless shadow, unheard, unknown.
She became their favorite tale to spin,
Self-doubt clawed beneath her skin.
Her soul grew tired, her light grew dim,
Each dawn arrived with hopes so slim.
She wiped her tears, her mind was torn
To end it all… or be reborn.
She worked, she fought, she gave her all,
Turned her pain into a call.
Left behind the fear, the doubt,
Embraced her flaws, inside and out
Through sleepless nights and silent cries,
She found her strength, began to rise.
With every scar, she claimed her place—
A queen reborn with quiet grace.
And when success knocked on her door,
She stood in power like never before.
No shape, no shade could dim her pride,
She bloomed at last, no need to hide.
