By Srija Bagani
Shattered, Crying, and Screaming
Always wondering if or not she is dreaming
But everytime she opens her eyes
It's only to find herself trapped in something wise.
She keeps on asking and wondering
Are these meant to be?
But the constant silence dissapoints her plundering
For the truth she had been seeking.
Who she is, What she is, and Why she is
Continues to poke her,
Hunting for the response have now become a disease
Which is making her vision go blur.
All that she needs
Is a ray of hope
Someone to feed,
Someone to help her cope.
Surrounded by a mirror reflecting people who could help,
She can see no one except herself.
This is the moment she pulled her socks up
To get alienated from those who caused her a hiccup.
Her personality is no more prone to fatality,
The haunting questions are now solved.
Neither the world nor any of it's causality,
Can ever make her feel locked.
Now that she is an epitome of individuality,
The world bends down to her.
Her soul whispers in her ears,
That dear, it's now time to flip ur hair.
By Srija Bagani
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