By Priyarupa Sinha (L&T-MHPS)
Top of the rugged cliff she stands,
lost in the dreams that mirror her fears.
Air of sadness brushes against her cheeks
and gives her a little shiver.
She attempts to step forward a pace,
then suddenly recalls all the firm promises made-
” I will stand up after every fall,
I will always try to strengthen my reslove.
I will never let my anxiety overwhelm,
resigning from aspirations, I shall always condemn.”
She stands still ruminating on what went wrong,
Oh! when did she loose herself, when did she stop being headstrong.
She weeps from exhaustion for a while,
and finally lets her determination over power a thought so puerile.