#dontlosehope
" Poltroon " she cried,
While her knuckles were white with rage.
Perturbed, she was while her father passed away.
Solitude, she chose while earthlings left her dejected, like a stray.
Erratic, were those times when she decided to unravel the intricate stories of life and not get bewrayed.
Lost, she was in the absolute beauty of the cosmos waiting for someone at the bay.
Soon, she realized that a lifeboat would never come her way.
" You're a stalwart , get up and find your own way ".
Much did she know, rest she deciphered.
And found herself flying in the sky of aplomb, like a mockinjay!
- Swasti Jain
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Writing from soul to paper
Paper to draft
From draft to hp
Hello poetry to you
Keep it alive this soul of mine
Write and there will always be someone to read
Here I am writing to thee
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Dec 27, 2021
Dec 27, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC