By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)
Her life is a swiveling dream,
Of spiritless and unredeemable breathe;
Her soul is enveloped by custom yearn,
Like an imprison Angel bird.
Her days are dark, nights are lonesome,
All are driven by another one;
Like a leafless tree in the wild,
Like a wingless bird travelling a mile.
All her greys and pinks are
Deliberately mixed with griefs so far !
Even if her cries make her telling a lie,
Nevertheless, she desires to fly.
When she is staring at the sky,
Each Atom encourages her to fly;
Where she keeps herself beneath the stars,
While rolling within rainy dust to eradicate all her scars.
Instancing the phoenix, who ignites the flash,
Nevertheless, raising itself out of the ash!
Here she is, denying to be caged,
And longing myriad lights or else would be faded.
After all, she craves to breathe in an open space,
And having aspirations to abandon all her graves;
The substance she owns inside,
Has power to empower the great minds.
By Rathod Hetalba Vijayrajsinh (Janakba)
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