A Mighty Heart

A Mighty Heart

Alone she walked through the woods
With a mighty heart inside
The sublime beauty of the night
Killed by the sounds of her despair
Rolling through her cheeks
Drops of tears fall like winter dew drops
Her breath sometimes slow sometimes fast
Like an unbearable catastrophe
Lusty eyes didn’t spare her joviality
Her innocence was captured by thirsty devils
How can be someone so brutal?
A wretched body bathed with bruises
A subtle mind in the state of broken
But a broken mind isn’t broken person
Her body may be vandalized
But her soul still remain untouched
She has to climb the stairs
Knead the threads of her life again
It’s not over, she need to stand and fight back
And create her life beyond her wildest dreams


Alka Mishra
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