Curled up in her own cocoon,
Was a girl visiting her dream woon.
Enjoying the aroma of silence,
Away from world's extreme violence.
Impassible to the world around,
Is an angel who looks spellbound.
A splash of sunlight makes her eyelids flutter,
Her narrow pearl eyes have many things to mutter.
The cold floor beneath sends shivers down her spine,
Spanking her to the reality, rends her to tine.
Ready to face the world ready to face the reality,
Stronger to face the pressures stronger to face the cruelty.
On the threshold she takes a deep sigh,
Trying to make her spirits high.
She meets many people daily,
But is always shy and responds vaguely.
Everyone chit chats around,
She in a corner in shyness is just bound.
Mesmerizingly confining her emotions inside,
Her dream getting true is on what her heart confide.
Days pass by, she consequently opens up from her whorls,
Beginning up to make frndz and getting between the curls.
Loving her life for the first time,
Graciously adjusting in life's new rhyme.
Overwhelmed on thought that she found her mate,
Repeatingly thanking her saccharin fate.
But who knew these happy trends will not last long,
Who knew life will turn to a sad song.
Draped in the harshness of her man she now lies,
Remembering the sweetness of rhymes to which she has bid good byes.
She wishes she were in the same shell of shyness,
At least away from this situation of thirsty dryness.
Finding herself alone tucked up in the situation,
Finding quitting life as an only conclusion.
Every morning her pillow is drenched,
Every now and then her limbs are wrenched.
Memories of her laughing father,gaitey mother and cheerful brother flashes,
Buoyancy fills her heart and drenches her eye lashes.
Words of his father feebly mumbel around her mind,
"Be strong angel" echoes on rewind.
She decides to fight all this off,
Trembling she takes her first step nd for first time her soul boff.
She tried and tried and yet tried again,
Her all great efforts seems to be in vain.
People shudder seeing her yell,
And exclaims "oh this angel in hell".
She tries harder, efforts vaguely takes shape,
She succeeds and confronting her efforts the world gape.
She shouts out loud and at the end emerges wholly well,
And exclaims this Is the vigor of angel in hell.
-KASHISH MENDIRATTA
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