Ever could she know
she was blindfold to her way of life,
discerning herself the cause of persisting.
he swivels to the sunbeam,
raising her face up,
she eternally wanted to shatter dullness in her
that seems to be her weakness
for what people never made her feel glowing
She searches for the ray,
The ray of her life,
The ray of hope, the ray to ruin her darkness.
She is broken inside, has lost her hope to revive, and yet to wake up smiling the next day
Brightest of daylight and still seems all dark,
‘was told to spend ages with the hurricane eyes all her life
happily after, the storm has welt high,
Caressing her face, streaming her mind,
Swishing into her concealed mind,
As the lamp comes to her faculty of sight,
She knew, was actual source of light,
mending all broken pieces to survive,
The ray she was thoroughly scrutinizing for has always been within,
for she has always been the star enfold in the skin of life!