At the age when petals start gaining
Their timid consciousness...
I got the breaking news that
I don't and will never belong,
Forget even being accepted.
Well, the stupid rebel teenager
Indeed tried to invade...
But learnt it, the hard way that
The canon was gate-keeping Love
With its cannons of hatred.

Being scared and being angry -
All there in the name of memory.
Other emotions weren't at all preferable,
Cause they were by far unaffordable.
Nope. Nope. Nope... there's no complaint.
I've made peace with all my defacement.

Step by step, I get myself to like my scars,
Yeah, there are numerous of them.
But, how on earth, you adore the mark
Which one, even I have forgotten?
The one, I never really earned...
But, Among the milkyway of scars,
How did you find my Birthmark even?