Admist the darkness there stood a figure
Twinkling eyes holding the vigour
Head hung down but in proud
Separting her from the rest of the crowd
Walking through the path
Burning everything with her wrath
She stepped into a dark room
Which resembled the doom
The moonlight was falling on a book
She'll get it what she want by hook or by crook
Her steps of advancing were small
As she waited for the snow fall
Wind flipped the pages of the book
The pages were blank , she mistook
She looked back at the closed door
But she knew nothing can thaw her core
She hating everything there
And then the lights flickered and she was nowhere
Once again the pages flipped
But this time beat skipped
The first page was painted with colours
The last one was stained with blood and tears
She was caged in the book titled as 'Ariba Imroz'
You can read it but can never never understand
An enigma -as you are damned.
~ Theshadesoflove
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Realisation Of The Truth
PuisiA collection of the poems that will surely touch the chords of the heart that stores unfathomable emotions. • Winner of infinity awards 2k18 (poetry genre) by bagging the second position.
