Tangled hair and knotted brow,
In the empty cage of her mortal being
Resonated the much sort after 'how?' ;
Confusion sprawled across her face
It adorned the crevices of that angelic maze;
Forging a bond, akin to dress and lace,
Wings of doom approached with haste;
Cacophony and pandemonium
The unbelievable match,
As lovers they embraced
And her fate sealed like a door latched;
She, merely a parchment
On which time had done it's wonders,
Day after day, the sun Rose and died
Breath after breath, the veiled sky curbed all it's cries
Time the author , And fate the ink
The cup is filled, it threatens to leave the brink
Slipping a little here and a little there
The permanent potion has been mercilessly spread
Pages were over
Will was lost
The script was done
Like a valiant warrior she fought
Alas, the judgment day she couldn't outrun
The beating stopped
The pulse vaporised
Sands of time had turned to the other side
Peacefully she lay
As she gave it all away,
Hands by her side
Eyes at rest,
The mortal being had passed her test;
Life was now bursting out it's seams
As she approached the blinding beam
For long she was forced in a cage to hide
But now she has risen to become heavens pride.
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I tried. I don't know what to name it though....
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VENI GUPTA, 16
INDIA - 2014
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Levitate
PoetryWe all fear death. All of us detest the one thing which validates circle of life. But it is not to be feared. Embrace it and make the most of the time you have.