Stitched WingsA Poem by Gorati suprajaA simple dream to live her own existence is what she dreamt!
How ironic it is.. if a bird dreams to just fly.
She was clueless when her wings were broken Lying there she looked at skies and dreamt for the first time A simple dream to live her own existence is what she dreamt Thus she stitched her own wings., shedding tears to glue them Drenched with agony., she stood on her legs, and she started falling to earth until she rose to the skies. © 2020 Gorati supraja |
StatsAuthorGorati suprajaHyderabad, IndiaAboutI am a person who always thinks for righteousness..and wants to stab all of my thoughts into literature. more..Writing
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