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Ferocious wind, uncommon dimness quivered my being. Sensing the storm hither and thither, I ran to shield my being. Every corner I hid, darkness outstretches its ugly sheets. I pondered, where do I find myself the survival string? Hopeless and scared, I curled myself and give in. With heaviness at heart and clutter in mind, darkness privileged this state of mine. Clouds of emotions hovered overhead, Poured their rain of bitterness onto me. Ridiculed me thunderously, mocked at my feebleness, Thrusting me more into blackness, they roared and danced jubilantly. Which world was I fighting? The world inside or outside of me. Helplessly and sobbingly, I stayed underneath their weight. Clouds covered the sky, day and night all appeared the same. I waited for hours and days, eventually, the ray of hope extended its arm through them. I hold the grip of light, a gleam lifted me from black to white. Mighty clouds lost their potential in the bright and deliberately leave me behind. I wept and bid adieu to the older being, merrily hugged the newer born and powerful being.
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Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
The Powerful Being
Warm, sheltered frame, tender heart Little girl delightedly arrive the world Bright and joyful, safe and secure, she believed As men bow down and pray to the She lord.  Her home filled with love and faith Brilliantly safeguarded her wholeness Curiously pondered on the world outside the home Would be bright and joyful, safe and secure As men bow down and pray to the She lord.  Stepped outside her blessed shield Got entangled in the scary ropes The beautiful world suddenly played a cruel role Whenever she ran, many watched her go Many minds, eyes, strength shackled her soul Once the safe and the secure world Became the unguarded, unheard, and unsaid hall Still, men bow down and pray to the She Lord.  Many touched her and go Play with her extant  and throw Bruised heart, wounded skin She kept herself dragging, seeking her home They failed to feel love, passion, and peace Courage and devotion dwelling within Still, men bow down and pray to the She Lord.  Men worship Lord Durga with the feel but don’t succeed to see her essence in every being Daughter, mother, wife, friend, colleague Every girl carries Durga in their will And men bow down and pray the idol She.
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
Durga in She