Well the article below is actually an extempore
of 10 minutes approx... hence do not expect it to be catchy, witty or intelligent
it is simple and straight from the mind..
but one of a kind...
HER GROWTH, HER BARRIER
Its raining loud.
A little girl
is playing in the mud,
dancing like circles,
caring not about the shapes.
She's just four and she's running
Someday she has to stop
not knowing about the world.
She must be afraid of what she isn't.
Someday ,she'll physically enhance.
Her growth, her barrier
to the freedom one must have.
The rain...
She's still searching for mud
with no one around
She will know now that
the world is not for her to be free.
by- Nahiann
she is not the harbinger of spring
ReplyDeleteAs she walks down the isle
with the serene clothes over her torn spirit
now that that she is nubile
with a blase
fakes her smile to cry upon the world
she will be lost
in the glory holes of time.
ke ?... payal?
ReplyDeletenaa ayushmaan er maa
ReplyDeleteubb.. sry!
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