With her aspirations high , ambitions bizarre, wanted to touch the sky but was pulled down everytime.
Her struggle to keep up along the line was immense but her free will was bounded by the free-flowing norms around.
Everytime she woke up she found herself in the middle of nowhere, still she attempted the struggle tirelessly, getting back to the bed with a wholeheart to find herself once again in the middle of nowhere.
The constant fight inside to bring out the best, despite the conditions around helped her strive. Every dawn was full of hopes and every dusk brought in another set of aspirations to fulfill without fail the next day .
Her drive from dawn to dusk was the only husk, protecting her in the battlefield.
She has deadlines to meet all around, from the morning alarm through the breakfast, between the the ConCalls, managing stuff here and there maintaining hygiene and healthcare but still in the middle of nowhere.
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WHY?
Because she has no interest in self-care,
Whether it's her skin or lock of hair .
Her beauty was once like the growth of Spring,
That charm is now hard to bring.
It's lost like the leaves during fall,
And nowadays that's what she's all.
She was vibrant and full of splendor,
And now it's those old days that she always remembers.
How we had long hours of talks,
While covering miles during indefinite walks.
It was when we were Young and Free,
and now living a life full of spree.
A call after years made me realise,
No matter what ever we may conceptualise,
Life has its own terms of discernment,
Full of happiness and resentment.
But where is she lost,
Has she taken a lot......
A lot of resentment with a fake smile,
Losing her own self every other while.
No.... She has to get up
Wake up to her rights,
Experience joy and feel light.
Once again feel Young and Free,
Go get up and breathe free in a garden - beneath a Tree.
Cherish few moments there ,
So that by the dusk you are back to yourself at least
Somewhere .
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