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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.