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I laid there…
Eyes closed
Blissful in the knowledge
That my future sped out of reach
My past slowly growing
Warmth spread in my chest
Each beat
Slower now.

The stop was painful
The beat more so
And though I deserved
That end
The beat continued
Once more my future
Receded to my grasp.
And then I was alone
With all my things
Accumulated like a bird’s feathers
They allow flight and
Attempt to attract mates.

But it never works
Flightless
Mateless
And obscured by these feather-like
Possessions.
Don’t look away
When the man weeps
When the woman dies
When the child wails
When the dog whines

Cruelty is the universe moving
Suffering is the feeling of life

Don’t look away
Into the happy times
Into the fearful memory
Into the conceited depression
Into the fake gods

You can’t escape your fate
You won’t evade death.
Girls are just like birds
but they are in cage now
I say let them fly
Let measure them to this sky
Let go them up over the sky
I request let them fly
They didn't make for this cry
They only made for fly
Don't  make their future dry
See they are in the sky
I must say let them fly
They don't need any compromise
Because they only made for fly
Left cry, go to sky , let them fly
                                                           Ms Anjaan
This poem points on position of girl child in indian society .In this field india made many improvements but still it is a dark trooth.
Our most clear and beautiful image
Is situated in our heart and imaginations..
So I say-
Be that, you are in your imaginations
You will be unique
Most of peoples have a glorious image of themselves in their imagination they should try to be that
The Forest will only tell her secrets
To someone as wild as her

That's why I know them all
 Jun 2020 athousandorchids
Zelda
Why does it seem like
people go from "Lost in life"
to "Too late to start"
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