OUT OF FIRE
There she was fluttering
So much her – the butterfly
That’s blowing the air wandering
With the gravity that rely
At times, like the sphere
Which loses control and shake won
Her wonderful world there
Was tainted by venomous snake
Being molested of the purity
She choked even for sanity
Not able to realize
With her blue real eyes
The air that puffed
Her lungs, weren’t let out
The blood that got stuffed
Her chambers, had no way out
The routines that kept her on
Started halting then on
She walked with the scars
While her screams were clogging
She neither tried nor quit
Just sat pondering over that shit
She felt as if her colors
Were washed and turned pale
Skimming the goods got her pallor
Recalling the puissant tale
She couldn’t get the way
All curves looked not straight
Whenever she slips the ray
Her faultless wrongs grew bright
When she was slithering
The snakes roamed lingering
Fine and full of shape
Nothing to feel poignant agape
Poisoning many others
Than just doing what really
bothers
The burning fire grew dark
And at last burnt her everything
Again she flew as a moth
Not faster nor to slow like a
sloth
She got to open her wings
After so many seasons of springs
She wanted the mist
May be the real justice
Yet she couldn’t attain
The crowd spoke her as bad
For coming out of what made her
mad
Regretting on regaining the
courage
And the soul slammed in a cage
This time she felt mundane
The snakes did it only once
Others repeated it with words at
once
Still she brushed it so swift
Busy painting her wings her
choice
Also keen on curves that shift
So that her life is hers to
voice..
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