not having body enough pretty..
Was imprisoned a pure soul….
In the cage of stiff ribs,
A tender heart lied….
Her feelings fragile …
As if newly made pearls in the shell…
In her eyes tears rolled as slowly..
As a boat of poor village sailor…
But She withheld the flickering candle of hope …
Stood to see the last rays of settling sun
at the horizon, she always wore a smile..❤️
To stay alive.
Aanay Ramliya
7:24 pm june 18:2020.
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