The eyes unfolded
To a world unknown,
The poise it beheld
Amazed galore.
Fumes of despondency,
"Who will take the legacy forward?"
Alleys roared in silence,
Subsiding murmurs of scarce joy.
Clinched in Pink knots;
Aghast the hands wandered.
With a whimper,
Pink implored,
"Let me fly! Let me fly!"
Oblivious the feet,
Kept running;
And tripping.
But never stopped
To the Pinkish orthodox whims.
Frail, but nimble;
It danced to its drumbeats,
Against barriers;
Higher than the brink of Pink.
The arduous Pink fiercely soared high;
Plucking the inhibitions stark;
Seeded in their minds,
In unison;
I applauded,
You cried and we yelled;
"Let Her fly! Let Her fly!"
Nice,well penned Ananya :)
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ReplyDeleteLovely :-)
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DeleteYou have a good command over words, Ananya!
ReplyDeleteThanks Sayantan :)
DeleteSuperb.. each one of your poetry is superlative ana
ReplyDeleteSuperb.. each one of your poetry is superlative ana
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DeleteThe connotation seems clear enough and the poetry is brilliant piece.
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DeleteAwesome, Ananya
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