It ain’t over

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.


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