A lone godly ray in dis darkened room
orients a tear, being sacrificed to doom
may this momentary shimmer, lite the spark in her eyes
wich ws once lit out by cold looks, that fire, again will rise
she'll spread her arms and will grab the dreams she harboured
she'll break away frm her torpid shadow
shez relishing dis moment as courage originates
lyk a tiny dropp is savoured by a drying seed
as she sprinkles her smile, in the darkness, her fear cried
y? a tormented timid slave jus died......
POOJA LADYLUCK
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