To My Envious Critics

When you call me bad, 
I don't utter a word.

When you try to make me sad,

I don't utter a word.

I know you want me to suffer.

That's why, I don't say anything.

I nod and accept your offer.

 I do so because I know everything.

All your taunts I will bear.

I will remain silent.

I will never say anything, I swear.

I will never be violent.

You will keep pulling my leg.

But I will remain silent.

For sympathy, I won't beg.

And I will never be violent.

I know what you believe in is falsehood.

So, no expressions I will show.

The victory of truth is real; yet, you haven't understood.

That is all about you I know.

It is my failure that you have always wanted.

Still no expressions I will show.

It is you who will fail, and I will remain undaunted.

That is all about you I know.

I know you want me to quit.

Instead, I will win, and you will wipe your brow.

You will just dream, but I will achieve it.

You will fall, and forever, I will grow and grow.

      Amrit Versha