Neither completely lost, nor completely known
She’s stuck in oblivion, lighting her candle alone.
She wore her scars as her armour
Defeating the horde that can harm her
Something was in pieces inside her
Yet something was there, she wanted to aver.
Her own world was a bit grey
Yet she wanted to paint the world with colourful ray
People found her voice as ocean calm
Unaware about her tides brought by the storm.
She was confused about the ways
Yet was thriving to glow like a blaze
She hid a deep sadness in her eyes
Yet with every ounce she tries
Broken feathers were still flapping on her shoulder.
Even after carrying a big boulder
Though people claimed to know her well
But she was yet to find herself…………………
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