|Posted on October 26, 2010 at 10:30 AM|
Your body twisted on the gory ground
Blank eyes peeping for a new horizon
You look like a burnt plane in life’s forests.
There’s a fierce fire burning in your wet eyes.
Your hopeless hands seem glued fast to the ground
Your forlorn cheeks want his kisses again
Your soft breasts need their purity again
O woman, how you’ve fallen is trivial.
How you get up will decide your success.
Your feeble feet want to fly once again.
Reshape your erased birthmarks patiently.
Only the wings of change will help you fly
Off the realm of broken hearts and nightmares.
Fly run jump soar smile and just be yourself.
Fly, give your hair its gold splendour again.
Categories: Poetry & Lyric, Amit Parmessur
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