शनिवार, 6 जून 2020

lost figure

Lost Figure
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she ,standing with her aching heart.
Facing the old mirror ,
in the darkest room .
she may be trying to trace out herself .
Her lost life in an old mirror in the dark room.
Her phases of life has been clay,shaped by others ,
her body has been guarded by others.
She is shaped and played n ruled by others .
A miserable live puppet .
On others signs she breathes in and out.
Dances at strange tunes .
Would she ever achieve her own status.
Yesterday at 9:37am·
©kavita verma

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